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QUEST INFO
Daily Quest - Train to become the strongest cultivator.
GOALS
- Push-ups. [0/100]
- Sit-ups. [0/100]
- Squats. [0/100]
- Run. [0/15km]
- Horse Stance [0/10min]
- Meditate. [0/30min]
Caution: Failure to complete the quest would incur penalty, immediately.
Time Remaining: [05:09:38]
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"What is the need for this?" Mo Han asked, while scrutinizing every detail of the Quest board, with squinted eyes.
It looked perfectly made, too perfect. Wasn't he good enough?
[You look scrawny, if you want to survive out here in this world, you have to look macho! And besides... You have to look good for the ladies.]
The fluffy ball voices deepened and it flexed it's nearly invisible muscles that caused Mo Han to roll his eyes.
"I think I have had enough share of women in my life."
[Not those kind of women, I mean women with the assets! Bigger asset. The kind you read in Manhwa!]
Mo Han didn't get it at first because the little fluff ball was trying to gesture with it's tiny hands, but when his mind flashed back to a certain Manhwa, his eyes widened and he gasped.
"You mean..."
[Yes, Host~ Those kind of women!]
Mo Han scoffed, leaning back against the cold wall. His wrist ached from the chains that bound him, and his ribs protested with each breath he took.
He glared at the fluffy ball. Was the little thing actually being serious?
"Will I really die, if I don't do that task?"
[Yeah! Your heart would stop beating.]
"And you expect me to believe that? That if I don't do all this daily task, I will die. And besides who exactly told you that doing 100 push-ups was a thing a human can do?"
He snapped and the fluffy ball bounced up and down, giggling at Mo Han's reaction.
[I knew you would get like this, and I am pleased to tell you that, I was the one who begged the system mechanic to fix in 100 for you instead of 150]
It proudly muttered, his eyes closed in pride. But Mo Han raised an eyebrow, particularly bored.
"Am I supposed to be pleased about that fact?"
[Yep! Cause I saved you.]
Mo Han snorted. "Right, and let me guess. Just because you saved me, the next thing you are going to tell me is that I have some kind of Legendary hidden bloodline, or I am the fated savior of the world."
[Oh! No, nothing like that] the ball giggled amused, [You are just some unlucky bastard who got picked. The clock is ticking ! Goodluck~!]
And with that, the ball spoofed into the air.
Mo Han blinked expecting the blue screen to disappear too but it still hoovered in front of him. The timer ticking down.
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Time Remaining: [ 04:56:00 ]
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He let out a slow breath, lifting his head to look at the stone ceiling.
"Alright. Fine. I might as well give it a try. The little thing must be bluffing just to get me to be serious."
But first he must release the chains binding his wrist.
"Haa"
He sighed heavily, knowing that this was definitely not what he signed up for. If he had known, he wouldn't have picked that book.
He remembered in the book that at the start of everything, Ye Mo Han was a cultivator with no advancement in his cultivation, he was born with Dark spiritual roots.
People called him evil and didn't want to associate themselves with him, because they believed he was an ill omen. It was only his father that showed a bit of care for him.
Even though he also outcasted him.
What's a weak son meant to do for him. So Mo Han currently couldn't consider his option of using breathing techniques to break through the chain.
He had not even learned that himself.
So he had to look around the cell for any possible help, if he sees a sharp and sturdy object it would be of help to him.
When he finally set his eyes on it, his eyes gleamed with hope. It was a rock with a sharp edge, sitting prettily at the corner of the cell's opening.
Mo Han had no choice but to crawl towards it, as quiet as possible because he knew that any single news would call the attention of the guards stationed outside the dungeon.
Once he was sitting right in front of the rock. Mo Han took steady puffs of air in and out until his boiling blood slowly calmed down.
"1. 2. 3!"
He slammed his hand down against the rock! Just at the same time.
"Ahhh—"
He clipped his mouth almost immediately, realizing he had screamed from the pain. His eyes watered and he pulled his hand out, waving them in front of him as his wrists throbbed from the impact.
One hit was enough to break the weak chains.
But now his wrists were swollen and red over, he couldn't even dare to touch it. His whole life he had never felt such pain even from the bullies from his high school.
"What is that noise?" One of the guards yelled as he and his companion stepped into the dungeon.
Once their eyes set on Mo Han, they furrowed their eyes in suspicion before turning around to leave.
"False alarm, let's go." He told his companion and they both left, shutting the door behind them.
They were not taking Mo Han seriously, because he is as the weak one.
Mo Han who had crawled back to where he was before and pretended to still bound to the chains, slowly released a sigh of relief not knowing he had been holding his breath for too long.
"Haa... That was close." He wiped the sweat from his face, his wrist not throbbing from the pain again.
The blue screen still hoovered in front of him but this time he was left with only 4 hours 30 minutes.
"Hmm..." He mused. "Oh well."
He lowered himself onto the dirty ground, pushing himself up once with the help of his hands, then twice. His arms trembled slightly from the lack of food and the pain still lingering in his bones.
Mo Han's forehead was covered with sweat and his face was red. By the fifth push-up, he let himself flop onto his stomach, face flat against the floor with an exaggerated groan.
"Yeah, no. This is stupid," he muttered, panting.
The screen still hoovered but the numbers had changed. The timer still ticked. He then suddenly realized, the system didn't give him a warning, neither did he give him a threat. It had simply informed him.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and his expression darkened. For some reason, he assumed that the system needed him alive.
Although, at this point Mo Han would rather die than take those push-ups again.
After all, what is a good system if it's host just dies? But what if it wasn't true? What if he really was just a random pick? Completely disposable?
A chill ran down his spine and his heart pounded, he was about to move and give the push-ups another shot but then, another thought struck him.
Even if he did survive the system's punishment, if he stayed locked up in this dungeon too long. Ye Mo Feng would get exactly what he wanted.
The bastard would have the entire family wiped out before Mo Han could even do anything to stop it.
"Haaa... This is all mind bugging nonsense." He sighed irritated. But no.
Screw the quest. Screw the system. The place stinks and he needed to get out.
Mo Han began pacing about the cell, drawing every knowledge he had remembered of this novel. One thing that stood out more was that the guards never did their job properly.
After all, why guard an outcasted young master?
A plan came in mind immediately, and he began jamming against the bars that caged him.
Once he heard their footsteps getting closer, and the sounds of the dungeon doors groaning open, he rushed back to his original position. His eyes slightly open, looking weak and battered.
"This guy's still alive?" One grunted.
"Don't know why the young sister wants him breathing this long," the other muttered in disgust. "What's the point? He's finished."
Mo Han smirked. He knew exactly what kind of men these guards were—
"P-please... Water..." He groaned, making his voice hoarse and pitiful.
"Not our problem," one scoffed.
"I have gold... S-secret stash... Hidden under my bed..." Mo Han coughed weakly. But that caught their attention.
One stepped closer, peering through the iron bars. "Gold, huh? How much are we talking?"
Mo Han let his head loll forward. "Enough... To buy your freedom from this family... But only if I live long enough... To tell you where it is."
He coughed, a mouthful of blood trailing from the corner of his lips. Though he bit himself.
Greed flickered across their faces. They hesitated—jsut as he expected.
The moment the door creaked open, Mo Han moved.
Using what little strength he had left, he kicked forward, grabbing the iron chains and wrapping it around one of the guards neck.
The man stumbled with a pained grunt, but Mo Han was already tightening his grip on the chains pulling it back so the guard could drop to the floor, flaying for his life.
But Mo Han didn't delay, as he stepped on the guards head and with a twist in the air, he kicked the seconds guard face, he staggered backward hitting his head against the iron bars with a bang.
Mo Han might be weak, but so were they.
Seconds later, the second guard slumped to the ground leaving a trial of blood on the bars, his eyes wide and lifeless.
Mo Han stood back, as goosebumps spread against his body. This was the first time he killed someone.
He gritted his teeth, staggering back. There was no time. He staggered towards the exit not daring to look back, else he would puke.
He was never the merciful type, in this world. Why show mercy?