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Last Updated : 2024-12-06Cultivation with a System in the Modern World No Time to Die
Nina’s breath hitched as the green rot crept further up her arm, black veins snaking outward like invasive roots. Her skin grew clammy, and each shallow breath rattled in her chest. She clenched her jaw, her teeth chattering despite the humid air. A wave of cold sweat ran down her face, mingling with her tears.“Maria… It’s no use,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her hand twitched, weakly grasping at Maria’s arm. “I’ve survived impossible odds before, but this…”Maria gritted her teeth, blinking away tears that threatened to spill. “You don’t get to give up, Nina. Not like this.” She tightened her grip on Nina’s shoulders, her eyes blazing with determination. “You’re tougher than this. I’ve seen you take down assassins with a broken leg, remember?”Nina’s lips curled into a faint, pained smile. “Yeah… but those assassins didn’t have… whatever this is.” Her gaze fell on her arm, the rot creeping ever upward. “If I don’t make it… promise me—”“Sto
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The air inside the arena buzzed with excitement as the next match was announced. The announcer’s voice boomed across the coliseum.“Next match! Crystal Kirk of Somerland versus Zaria Dvornik of Krolea! The battle conditions—desert environment, no elemental abilities allowed!”Danial's expression hardened. He understood the gravity of this situation. Crystal’s greatest strength lay in her ice element, and now, she was being forced to fight in the most unfavourable terrain possible. A desert battlefield? There was no moisture in the air, no chance of manipulating frost, and worst of all—sweltering heat sapping her stamina.As Crystal stepped forward, she caught Danial’s expression and smirked. “Worried about me?”Danial folded his arms. “Just assessing the conditions. This isn’t exactly in your favour.”Crystal chuckled. “It never is.” With that, she strode toward the arena entrance, her icy confidence unwavering.Danial exhaled sharply, watching as she disappeared into the tunnel leadi
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Danial and Crystal lingered in the infirmary for a while longer, chatting with Pavan, who continued to grumble about his forced diet while sneaking glances at the nurses, hoping one of them would take pity on him. When it became clear that none of them were willing to defy Abby’s orders, he slumped back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.“You guys better eat well while you still can,” Pavan muttered dramatically. “I might never taste good food again.”Danial rolled his eyes while Crystal smirked. “You’re acting like you’re being sent to prison,” she said. “It’s just a diet.”Pavan sat up and pointed at her with a solemn expression. “For a man like me, a diet is worse than prison.”Crystal laughed while Danial shook his head. “Just rest, Pavan. You’ll need your strength for the next rounds.”With that, Danial and Crystal left the infirmary, walking side by side through the long corridors. The scent of antiseptics and medicine slowly faded, replaced by the crisp air of the academy halls
