Reincarnation Paradise: The Crucible

My name is Black Coffin.

This is my name, not some so-called code name. In fact, I had another name a long time ago.

Monster, this is what a couple calls me, but I don’t agree with this name. Monster represents an alien species, and I am not special, at least not externally.

So later, after that couple merged with me, I gave myself a brand new name, which was Black Coffin.

Since I was born, I have been in a coffin as red as black. It is the warmest and most comfortable place in my memory.

Since I became conscious, I have been living in a force called the Cult of Pain. It is a big family full of joy and happiness. We have pure beliefs and noble ideals.

That is to spread the eternal truth to all human beings - pain is pleasure. The two are two sides of the same body, just like good and evil, right and wrong, wisdom and foolishness, heaven and hell...

They are opposite to each other, but they are dependent on each other, establish each other, and finally transform into each other.

Only by experiencing the most extreme pain can we feel the supreme joy that exists behind it, and can we achieve the leap evolution of soul and body in the transformation between the two.

Therefore, we will often preach to those ignorant people and let them experience this supreme truth for themselves. Unfortunately, the truth is always buried, and there are too many ignorant people in the world.

They cried, wailed, roared, and their shallow understanding prevented them from crossing the barrier of despair and truly experiencing the indescribable joy and tranquility.

But I was different. The leader said that I was a born saint. From the first time I was baptized by the church ceremony, I felt the endless joy behind the pain.

From then on, I became keen on experiencing pain through various rituals, such as nailing, burning, breaking bones, picking skin, dividing tendons... I became more and more obsessed with it.

As an adult, I tried to gradually share these feelings with other believers, but unfortunately, these believers were all heretics and their beliefs were not firm.

In the face of pain, they are timid, resistant, and fearful. How despicable these are.

In the end, I died in the mass murder of seventy-two congregants, including the pope who called me a born saint, and the couple who first called me a monster.

But luckily, I came back to life and came to Samsara Paradise, a miraculous place full of infinite possibilities.

The group of heretics in the real world have become one with me, and here, I will create the true Cult of Pain and spread the supreme and eternal truth.

Of course, the premise is that you must first survive the hands of this lone wolf contractor who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, otherwise there will be no future.

On the mysterious island, a beam of black light flew straight out from the canopy of a giant tree. Broken wood flew along the way, and all branches blocking the path were crushed directly by the black light.

In the black light, the black coffin with broken arms struggled to open his eyes, and the chaos in his eyes quickly dissipated. The sudden and domineering blow just now seemed to have the effect of knocking him out of the running lights of life.

In a daze, he seemed to see past memories reappearing in front of his eyes. Although it was not the first time he was close to death, this situation was indeed the first time he had seen it. He glanced at only 28% of his health left, and he was miserable. A smile.

Tsk, it seems that this time I really hit the wall.

"Bang!"

The back hit the thickest trunk of the giant tree, and the body that was flying upside down was forcibly stopped. A large amount of blood spurted out from the mouth, the health value slipped again, and the black coffin smashed a huge dent in the trunk.

Just as his exhausted body was about to slide down, a whistling sound sounded in front of him, and the Fang Tian painted halberd that impressed Black Coffin struck through the air from directly in front. The escaping black energy could not act as a defensive barrier at all. It will collapse when touched in front of the halberd.

The vertical halberd blade pierced the chest, and the skin, flesh, bones, and organs were penetrated one by one. The halberd penetrated the body and penetrated the wood. The heavy blows in turn brought the black coffin just one step away from death.

In the distance, Xu Yue looked at the figure who was nailed to death in the hollow of the tree trunk with a halberd. He frowned slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked at his trembling arms with a look of doubt on his face.

"Damage synchronization? No, it should be more similar to forced pain sharing."

When he hit the black coffin hard with a blow just now, he also felt an inexplicable and heartbreaking pain in his arms at the same time, as if his muscles and bones were smashed by a huge force. The pain did not dissipate until the black coffin flew a certain distance. , but the muscles in both arms are still spasming from the residual stimulation.

This ability is very troublesome and is especially deadly in close combat. Severe pain will seriously affect his fighting rhythm and cause deformation of movements. This is a normal physiological reaction of the human body and cannot be forcibly overcome by willpower alone. Fortunately, this ability There seems to be some distance limit.

At least when the halberd he threw out a few breaths ago penetrated the black coffin's chest, he didn't feel the same pain.

Thinking of this, he did not step forward rashly, but signaled Ah Fu to summon the squirrel puppet. To be cautious, he would not choose to kill the black coffin himself. The other party's ability to share pain should not be that simple. Death might be the key. Key trigger points.

The puppet landed on the ground and turned into a giant squirrel and ran quickly towards the trunk of the giant tree. In Xu Yue's hands behind him, the trace of Xiaoyun's long bow appeared again.

In the hollow of the tree trunk, waves of heat rose together with the scorching smell of roasted meat. At this time, the surface of Fang Tian's painted halberd, which had penetrated into his chest, was flowing with a large number of magma lines, and the entire halberd body seemed to have turned into a stick. The red iron burned the flesh and blood on the black coffin's chest to charcoal, and also prevented him from easily breaking free.

Unimaginable severe pain came from all over the body. The black coffin did not wail and scream, but just let out a series of chuckles of unknown meaning. To him, this level of pain was just a warm-up.

Under the influence of inhuman resilience, his arms, which were like a puddle of mud, were rapidly recovering, but the chest that was nailed by the halberd was constantly cycling through the cycle of growth and destruction, which also caused his health to remain constant. Unable to effectively recover.

Soon, his right arm barely regained the ability to move, but he did not try to pull out the halberd from his chest. Instead, he reached out and rummaged in the hidden pocket at his waist.

After being penetrated by the halberd, a heavy breathing sounded faintly in his ears. The source of the breathing was the green and black dragon entrenched on the halberd. He lowered his eyes and met the dragon's closed eyes. There is a strange feeling that the dragon on my chest is alive. It is best not to touch it rashly.

Just when Black Coffin took out a recovery potion from the secret pocket and was about to throw it into his mouth, golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and a bright golden arrow suddenly appeared, nailing his just-raised right hand firmly to the tree trunk. The potion was also torn to pieces by the hurricane that followed.

Then came the second arrow, the third arrow, and four consecutive arrows that completely nailed his limbs. Then the arrow exploded. In the bright light, the black coffin's limbs were shattered, leaving only a solitary piece of flesh. The stick was nailed in place by the halberd.

The blood mist spread everywhere, but before it completely dispersed, a sharp yellow claw penetrated the blood mist and struck hard at the big head inside.

The beast's claws continued to expand in the field of vision, and there was no sign of fear of dying on the black coffin's face, only a deep sense of regret.

"You're really cautious."

"Swamp of Pain!"

Before he finished speaking, his head was smashed to pieces by the beast's claws, but in the next moment, a vast black aura exploded from the headless corpse, instantly covering the entire canopy of the giant tree. Even Xu Yue, who was far away at the edge of the canopy, Both of them, Ah Fu, were still included and were not spared.

In mid-air, black aura rolled thickly, like a huge chaotic and dirty swamp. Countless illusory human faces inside were whistling and floating at all times, with wailing sounds and tsunamis, and the faces began to rush towards all the living creatures enveloped in the swamp crazily.

Defense could not stop the invasion of black aura and illusory human faces. Xu Yue's eyes went dark, and his thoughts were instantly covered by endless pain, leaving only the last trace of clarity protected by the mental barrier.

[You are affected by the 'Swamp of Pain' and will continue to be subject to triple judgments of physical strength, willpower, and soul strength. Once the judgment fails, your soul will be captured by the Swamp of Pain and become a swamp wraith forever, indulging in endless pain. 】

【Continuing judgment......】