Chapter 34: Crouching Dragon and Fledgling Phoenix

News of a ruthless figure arriving at the cult spread swiftly throughout the entire stronghold. Yet, Snake wore a face full of worry.

Because Ron’s “excellence” far exceeded his expectations—not only could he use underhanded tactics to pry open a mouth that even Lord Aleca couldn’t unlock, but within just an hour, he had seriously shaken Snake’s own standing within the cult.

“Damn it, this is the tenth time I’ve overheard people debating whether Gandalf is the prophesied chosen of mercy!”

Jealousy twisted his features beyond recognition.

They had agreed to fall together, yet now, he was favored by the leadership.

Was that fair?

No, it wasn’t!

Snake’s gut churned with regret; the intense jealousy inflicted unbearable torment, making him fully comprehend the true weight of suffering.

“Gandalf, were even my current pain part of your plan?”

In that moment, Snake deeply realized just how formidable Ron was.

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Ron was still unaware of the cultist’s intentions.

At that time, the boy clutched his blanket, searching for the newcomers’ dormitory within the Pain Cult.

Though the day’s bizarre events had left him fatigued, at Ron’s age, sleep was out of the question.

Even if the cult’s stronghold felt as warm as home, he could not afford to lower his guard for a moment.

Still, his successful infiltration owed much to Mr. Snake…

Thinking of the man determined to redeem himself, Ron felt a surge of respect.

Not only had Snake saved him from prison, but he had also enabled him to infiltrate the tightly guarded cult stronghold—giving him the confidence to collect his next month’s salary.

As a grateful soul, the boy felt increasingly that he could not idly watch Snake’s dream of undercover redemption slip away.

At that moment, Ron felt the heavy weight on his shoulders.

Shaking his golden hair to dispel the chaotic thoughts, he followed the signs and briskly approached the newcomers’ dormitory door.

The Pain Cult’s stronghold was run with military precision.

Lights out at ten p.m., rise at four a.m., and meals served strictly at designated times—these were the basic rules.

New recruits faced even harsher training.

They were subjected to, but not limited to, mutual executions among newcomers to experience pain firsthand.

They had to memorize millions of words from scriptures related to the “Merciful Matron.”

During the six hours allowed for rest, they had to complete a mind-numbing number of secret technique exercises.

In addition, weekly quizzes and monthly major exams tormented all recruits.

The bottom ten scorers were crucified and publicly executed, their flesh painfully scraped off bit by bit under everyone’s gaze.

The pitiful wails of the failing students became the driving force for others to study hard, creating a vicious cycle of relentless improvement.

This terrifying death-by-learning system deeply worried the boy, whose magical abilities were far from outstanding.

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