"I'll explain what the test is here. ”

Magellan looked at the god in front of him and stopped.

"It's a deathmatch that never ends, and once it starts, it lasts until you give up completely, and your opponent is me, and there is no death. The god smiled dangerously at Magellan, "In the death arena, you will be weaker than the weakest mortals, and I, will be stronger than the god of thunder." ”

"I want you to understand one thing, mortal, if you can't win, it means endless hell, defeat is followed by death, but death is not the end. You will wake up from death and continue to face defeat forever. ”

"Or win, right?"

Magellan calmly looked into the eyes of the gods.

"Yes, yes, you have good eyes, I see the power of your soul," Thor nodded, "You are tried and tested, and you are powerful, but none of that can be brought into it, that is where only souls can enter." ”

"I understand. ”

"You don't understand," the god said with an emotional smile, "and when you start the challenge, you're already dead." ”

"Are you willing to give up your life for a meeting with an unknown outcome?"

"I ......"

"Don't decide so early. ”

The god raised a hand, stopping Magellan in his tracks.

"You need to convince your soul, otherwise you won't be able to enter the gate even if you give up your life, and if you regret this decision, then you have lost your life in vain. ”

"I've figured it out. ”

Saul looked at Magellan and was silent for a moment.

"So...... Let hell begin. ”

The gods and mortals walked through the dark gates.

With the sound of footsteps, firelight lit up from all sides, illuminating the empty rotunda.

There is nothing here.

The god stopped in the middle of the hall and turned around.

"You're a good fighter. ”

Magellan turned around with Saul's eyes and saw a figure towering in front of the dark door.

It was Magellan's body, and although he was dead, he still stood in the darkness and did not fall.

"And it looks like you've reconciled with your soul," the god of thunder looked at the mortal in front of him and tossed his weapon aside, "so you see, you're still a warrior, not some baby who can't do anything." ”

"Let's get started," Magellan no longer wants to waste any more time, he knows exactly what a huge price he has paid, and although he will not regret it, Magellan wants to see the return sooner, "I don't want to ......"

Magellan failed to say the "waste of time" that followed.

Thor's fist slammed through his chest, nailing Magellan to the cold metal floor of the hall.

Magellan twitched, coughed, curled up in pain, blood gushing down his throat, seizing his trachea and esophagus, unable to speak, unable to breathe.

Thor withdrew his fist from the gaping hole in his flesh and stood in front of the corpse, quietly waiting.

Then the blood started to flow back, the wound began to heal, and it was as if nothing had happened.

Finally, a powerful heartbeat sounded, injecting life into Magellan's body.

He opened his eyes.

Magellan then stretched out his right hand to his chest and let out a suffocating inhale.

The painful memories he had endured not long ago were still there, and his heart could not hold on, and in the memory of his death, death came again.

Magellan died, the second time.

The god looked at the corpse and slowly crouched down.

He raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and aimed it at the corpse's chest.

Then the heart that had stopped beating there began beating again.

So the god smashed it down.

Magellan opened his eyes, he looked at the god in front of him, and reluctantly ushered in his third death.

Thor remained silent.

Then another punch sent the hall roaring.

Fourth.

The next second, another punch.

Fifth.

Sixth, seventh......

The fists of the gods killed the resurrected Magellan again and again, and his fists grew faster and faster.

"It's amazing......"

For a mortal soul, it was already a miracle that it could recover so quickly, and Magellan's recovery continued to accelerate.

The god's fist grew faster and faster, until it rained like a torrential downpour.

The huge silver hall roared incessantly, as if enveloped in a never-ending thunderstorm.

Then the shaking stopped.

Magellan stretched out a hand and grasped the god's fist.

He opened his eyes and looked at the god's face full of surprise.

Thor then smashed Magellan's head with his other hand.

For the umpteenth time, Magellan died.

The god stood up and stepped back.

This time, Magellan recovered much faster than before.

"You can finally stand in front of me. ”

Thor let out a sigh.

"Probably because I didn't feel any pain, I recovered relatively quickly. ”

The god smiled, but didn't say anything.

The mortal in front of him didn't know what he had just done.

In this hell, it is the power of the soul, or the will, to be exact, that determines everything.

It's not a delusion that you feel like a god and you can do anything.

Any mortal knows that if he spends an hour running a day, he will be healthy and strong after a year, but there are fewer than half of the people in the world who can do it.

For another example, if a mortal person maintains a positive attitude every day and works hard for his goals, after ten years, he will definitely realize his dreams, but most of the world's dreams eventually become dreams.

The will is a tangible force, it is incomparably powerful, but it is also so rare.

And this mortal in front of him is the most powerful soul Thor has ever seen.

But......

"It's not enough. ”

Saul shattered Magellan with a punch and stood in a pool of blood, sighing.

"This is just the beginning. ”

Then Magellan stood up behind him.

"It's not even an official start. ”

Magellan wanted to say something, but before he could say it, the gods killed him again.

Thor turned to face the corpse hanging on the wall like a painting at the end of the hall, a long-lost anticipation rising in his heart.

"Mortal, if you really understand what this place is, don't give up ......"

Then Magellan rushed towards the gods.

"Reckless!"

The god smashed the mortal's head with a single punch.

He looked at the corpse in front of him and sighed.

If you are too eager, you will not have time to get used to and observe, in this endless hell, time is the most worthless thing, and this mortal has countless opportunities to make a new choice, and there are countless opportunities to try again.