I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Two rolls of paper on the counter.

It just appeared out of nowhere.

Charlotte's nerves tensed instantly, and she subconsciously looked at the Judgment Sword below the counter; the sword was still there.

He then scanned the clinic; the doors remained closed, and the magical shield showed no abnormalities.

So weird!

Someone entered the clinic when the magical shield didn't react at all?

After confirming several times that no one was hiding in the clinic on the first floor, Charlotte quickly went to the counter, held the verdict in her hand, and then picked up a scroll.

The scroll was made of some kind of animal hide, smooth and delicate to the touch. Its original white color had turned yellowish, but the metal caps at both ends were polished to a shiny, golden luster, as if they were made of gold.

It looks like it's from a very long time ago.

"Could it be a martial arts technique sent by a reclusive master?" Charlotte thought to herself.

If it were an assassin sent by Carol who could silently bypass the magical shield, his head would have been chopped off by now.

When the scrolls were delivered in the middle of the night, the only person he could think of was a hermit from the Red Moon Organization.

Charlotte put down the Judgment Sword and eagerly opened the scroll.

When the scroll is unrolled, it is only one foot long.

There are no densely packed martial arts secrets, nor a series of broken down movements.

In the very center of the entire roll, there is only a small black dot, which at first glance looks like a black sesame seed.

"This feels so familiar, are they trying to trick me again?" Charlotte frowned, took the reel under the light, and examined it closely.

Now he saw it clearly: the black dot wasn't a sesame seed or a black ant, but a tiny person.

A little figure holding a sword.

I don't know who was so bored as to draw such a tiny figure, no bigger than a sesame seed, on such a huge scroll.

  

Charlotte stared at it for a long time, until his eyes started to sting and he felt like he had been tricked again.

The little figure suddenly moved.

He drew his sword and then slashed.

The tiny sword seemed to pierce through the scroll, striking his eyes and brain.

Charlotte felt a sudden darkness engulf her, and her mind went completely blank.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself on a floating island.

The surroundings were pitch black, and a dim light fell on the black stone, which was less than ten square meters in size. Charlotte was standing on this black stone.

He was certain that the space below was empty, and a howling wind blew in from below. His outstretched hand was soon scratched by the wind blades, leaving bloody marks.

Charlotte withdrew her hand; the blood and pain felt so real, it didn't seem like a dream.

But wasn't he supposed to be at the clinic treating little people? How did he suddenly appear in such a strange place?!

However, his gaze was quickly drawn to the figure standing on the other side of the black stone. It was a tall man whose entire body was covered by a large black cloak.

Charlotte recognized the cloak; if she wasn't mistaken, she had the same one in her wardrobe.

"The Judge!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise.

The man raised his hand, revealing a black longsword beneath his cloak; the ancient hilt looked familiar.

"Young man, I'm surprised to see you," the Judge's deep voice rang out. "But since you've chosen this path, then show the attitude a knight should have. Kill me within three days, and you can leave this place."

Charlotte: "Huh???"

Only then did he notice that he was also holding a black longsword in his right hand—Judgment!

"Sword of Judgment, First Form: Sword Drawing Technique," the judge's voice rang out.

With a flash of light, Charlotte only saw the Judge's hand move slightly, without even seeing how the sword was drawn.

then.

He then saw his headless body slowly fall to the ground.

Grass!

He was beheaded!

"You have ten seconds to rest," the judge's cold voice rang out.

Charlotte took two steps back, clutching her neck in terror.

pain!It hurts so much!

The pain of a longsword severing a neck is real and terrifying.

Even someone who had already died once still couldn't bear such a horrible way of dying.

"Wait a minute! Shouldn't you be teaching me how to practice swordsmanship? Why are you chopping off people's heads right off the bat!" Charlotte suddenly snapped out of her daze and shouted.

This is unreasonable!

"Swordsmanship must be honed in actual combat to defeat the enemy; only through death can one comprehend the true meaning of survival." The judge raised his hand. "Young man, ten seconds are up."

Charlotte instinctively raised her right hand.

Before his sword was even drawn, the judge's voice rang out behind him: "Too slow."

Charlotte scrambled to her feet, clutching her neck, her face contorted with grief and indignation: "I'm not training anymore! This is just blatant bullying! You didn't teach me anything!"

You have ten seconds to rest.

"Perhaps we can start with the simple act of drawing a sword? Isn't your teaching method a bit too radical for a beginner?" Charlotte tried to persuade the judge.

"Ten seconds are up." The judge remained unmoved and drew his sword again.

Resurrected once again, Charlotte stood at the edge of the floating island, looking at the Judge who held a sword in one hand. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and jumped out.

Whatever is below can't be worse than being beheaded, right?

"Your wrong choice is truly regrettable," the judge whispered from above.

"Screw you! I'm not playing with you anymore!" Charlotte gave him the middle finger.

Then... he quickly understood what the judge meant.

Below the floating island is not a vast, boundless sky.

Instead, it was an airspace ravaged by a raging hurricane.

After falling hundreds of meters, the dagger-like wind blades transformed into large blades, slicing away Charlotte's flesh piece by piece.

It gave him an immersive experience of being slowly sliced ​​to death.

You have ten seconds to rest.

Charlotte hugged her own frail self, finally breaking down: "If I'm guilty, let the law punish me! Don't torture me like this..."

In his previous life, he was just a lowly veterinarian, and in this life, he is just a magician whose magical essence has been destroyed. When has he ever suffered such torment of repeated deaths?

"To be able to resurrect infinitely in the struggle between life and death—this is a trial mode that countless knights dream of. If you can't even accept such a trial, do you still want to become a valiant knight?" Golden eyes under the black cloak fell on Charlotte, and the judge's voice was extremely cold.

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Charlotte's head, instantly waking her up.

Compared to the endless cycle of death and resurrection in this strange space, in the abyss, he only needs to die once to lose everything.

It was the martial arts technique he obtained from the hermit that allowed him to enter the mysterious space of the scroll.

If he can't even pass the first level of the trial, how can he have the face to ask the hermit for help in the future?

This scroll is so extraordinary. If he can't even seize such an opportunity, how can he become stronger or protect himself?

The judge's cold countdown continued.

Charlotte drew her longsword, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, stood before him, and stared intently at the Judge's sword-wielding hand.

His face showed no fear, only absolute calm.

The judge drew his sword again, swept it forward, and covered several meters in one step.

The sword, gleaming with a deathly light, was drawn from its sheath!

This time, Charlotte finally saw how his sword was drawn!