He was sure that if he didn't have that Bear's demonic core, he would have become meat paste by now.
With heavy steps, his breath grew ragged, and cold air smashed his face every few seconds. The abnormal weight of the slab crushed him; in mortal terms, he was carrying a truck…not in literal terms, but yes, it was close.
But he only grinned, the corner of his lips widening every hour. Pain? Pressure? Now they had become some sort of seasoning for him.
"No shortcut…tch. Rahu Rahu, this is for the greater good. I swear, if the other two owners of the 'forbidden' physiques were to see me like that, I'm sure if they didn't die by my hands, they'd definitely die of laughter!" he muttered, his demonic core's spinning and tightening as the pressure on his body began to increase.
The mountain wasn't exactly a linear, smooth path. It had jagged rocks, uneven ridges, and cruel, inclined slopes, all designed for the purpose of breaking him.
