Chapter 27— Descent and Preparation
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Everywhere as far as the eye can was nothing but deep darkness.
But even in the abyss he was calculating.
But
Cyrus slammed into the ground with brutal force.
The impact rattled his bones — even though he had prepared himself for landing, the result wasn't perfect.
His calculation had been off.
Not because of lack of skill — but because of the endless abyss.
There was no light.
No depth perception.
No way to accurately measure the distance as he fell.
Blood sprayed out from his mouth on impact. His ribs burned with sharp pain.
Like he got an diven punishment
Cyrus (breathing heavily, cold tone):
"Tch... miscalculation."
But this was not enough to stop him.
Even before falling, he had calculated multiple possibilities.
He immediately reached into his dimensional storage — a hidden ring embedded deep under his gloves.
Swipe.
Two small vials appeared in his hand — one a dark green healing potion, the other a bone-reinforcement elixir.
Without hesitation, he uncorked both with a sharp bite and swallowed them.
The bitter liquids burned as they slid down his throat.
The healing potion numbed his pain within seconds.
The reinforcement elixir immediately worked to stabilize his bones and organs.
His breathing eased slightly.
The agony dulled — but he knew better.
It would take at least 2-3 hours for full absorption.
Running or heavy combat was still impossible.
Cyrus (muttering to himself):
"I can move. But not fight."
He stood slowly, carefully feeling out every muscle fiber.
No sudden movements.
No unnecessary risk.
Now that his body was stabilized, his sharp eyes began scanning his surroundings.
Every detail mattered.
The abyss around him was pitch black, but not completely silent.
Distant echoes whispered softly — as if the void itself was alive.
The ground beneath his feet was cracked stone, dry and cold.
First priority: Shelter.
Without wasting a second, Cyrus pulled out a reinforced, collapsible tent from his storage — one crafted to withstand harsh elements, even dimensional storms.
He erected it within minutes, securing it with reinforced stakes into the stone.
Next: Light.
He carefully set up enchanted torches in a circular perimeter around the tent.
Each torch burned with cold blue flames — designed to repel weaker creatures and distort minor detection senses.
After double-checking the setup, he ignited a small campfire inside the tent's protected circle.
The flickering flame illuminated his face, sweat glistening on his forehead.
His mind, however, remained razor sharp.
Supplies:
1 month of rations
Emergency oxygen filters
Extra potions
Magic scrolls
Signal flares
Portable alchemy kit
High-grade defensive amulets
10 teleportation devices
2 forbidden-use void bombs (only for absolute emergencies)
He checked every item twice.
He wasn't simply being cautious — he was being methodical.
Because in this place, one error meant death.
Cyrus (in a calm, steady voice):
"Paranoia is survival."
Before resting, he swept the entire perimeter twice more.
Nothing moved.
No monster.
No strange energy spikes.
The darkness remained absolute beyond the light of his camp.
For tonight, he was safe.
Inside the tent, Cyrus finally allowed his body to relax.
He sat cross-legged, breathing slowly.
Letting his healing potions do their work.
But his mind never stopped.
He pulled out a small notebook and began writing possible scenarios, predictions, and dangers.
Cyrus (thinking, coldly calculating):
"I fell deeper than expected. Adrien's plan... no. His manipulation is too precise. He knew exactly where I'd step. But why...?"
What does he want??
His sharp eyes narrowed, reflecting the firelight.
"This is no random dungeon. This is a test. A different kind of battlefield."
For hours, he remained like that.
Reflecting.
Preparing.
Calculating every possible move.
The first day passed.
The hunt had not yet begun.
But it would.
And when it did — Cyrus would be ready.
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Chapter 27 End