Undying Warlord

'Will that really work?' Dilan began to wonder as he lifted his hands while holding a translucent bottle with red liquid inside.

It took an eternity for him to be able to move once again but now that it was possible, Dilan made use of this. He wanted to heal as quickly as possible and using the majority of his Blood Points to do so allowed him to further accelerate the speed at which he was being healed.

He bought a vial of High-grade Blood that originated from an Angel. The Blood of Angels was said to have amazing healing properties, which is why Dilan downed the contents of the bottle in one go.

Usually, it was harmful to drink large amounts of blood but Dilan's second bloodline, Blood Vyrm, changed things quite a lot.

Dilan began to regenerate at a much faster rate than before and it felt like his power would return at any time of the day.

Thus, he used the remaining Blood Points to purchase a few low-grade Blood vials from the Blood Shop.

'At least, I'll be able to heal faster now…but how will I be able to get to the surface?' Dilan was still in constant pain but he tried to arrange his thoughts to leave as soon as possible.

Anger filled his entire being whenever he thought about the middle-aged man, who had led the ten thousand human Ascenders but his emotions di little to help him heal faster.

That was why he forced himself to calm down and to avert his whole attention to replenishing enough mana to activate [Undying] as often as possible.

Dilan was pretty sure that he had used his Origin ability thousands of times, yet, it didn't look like it would advance to the 2nd Circle.

He was still not certain what the difference between the label 'Tier' and 'Circle' was but he presumed that they were not that different. At least that was what Dilan hoped because he wanted his Origin ability to be upgraded after using it very often.

Unfortunately, it didn't look like [Undying] would be upgraded anytime soon, which is why Dilan made sure that he would always replenish enough Mana to exert the stronger effects of his Origin ability.

While Dilan was healing and thinking of ways to escape from under the meteorite, the Hyel Destructo armor set was also regenerating from the devastating damage it had faced. Right now, it was only a matter of days before the Armor set would be fully healed and the biggest problem was to pull the Cursed Dagger out of his back.

Dilan was not sure how it had lodged itself in his back but he was fortunate enough for it not to be too deep inside. He struggled for a long time to reach behind his back and somehow pull the Cursed Dagger out of his back. That had been far from easy and as a precaution, Dilan ended up storing the dagger in his storage ring so as to not repeat accidentally stabbing himself again.

Dilan couldn't say what happened for sure when his mind had shut off but what he could tell was that none of his accessories had been destroyed. Some of them were damaged but it looked like only the Hyel Destructo Armor set had nearly been destroyed.

That was good news, especially since his accessories were extremely helpful to make sure that his Mana was always filled to the brim!

Once his Mana was filled despite the high consumption he had formed by using [Undying] in a constant manner, Dilan started to use [Mantle of Elements]. He changed his way of thinking and put on some gloves after undergoing a great amount of struggle to merge the Basic Elemental Spirits that he had summoned with them.

When the Spirits had merged with his gloves, Dilan had no difficulty controlling them precisely. With the use of his Ring of Infinite Elements Constitution, Dilan ended up pushing aside some more earth away from himself.

After a few hours, he was finally able to stand on his own two feet once again. It felt a bit weird standing again, especially because his feet and legs were still healing from the aftermath of the meteorite shower but he knew that there was no time to waste.

Continuing to use the Elemental Spirits, Dilan worked his way to put as much distance as possible between himself and the meteorite.

He had to make a detour around the meteorite to get back to the surface and it was not exactly safe to take the short detour directly around it. Dilan may not be a mastermind when it came to building tunnels, let alone how meteorites worked but he didn't want to take the risk of encountering the last bits of a molten meteorite when making his way.

Thus, it was best to stay away from the meteorite as long as that was possible.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and Dilan felt that his healing had almost succeeded. His hair which had burned to a crisp had also begun to grow back. Dilan didn't really want to see how he looked right now because he didn't want to see his disfigured and grotesque body, but he actually doubted that he would be disfigured.

His Origin ability was amazing and he trusted that it would work even better than expected. And that was exactly where the problem lay. Dilan began to wonder if the Origin ability had healed him to the extent where he had become even better-looking than before.

'I wonder if my scars are still there…' Dilan wondered all of a sudden. He didn't look down at himself even though he could see everything in the darkness. It might be a fact that he was interested in figuring out if his scars had disappeared or not but Dilan wouldn't know how to feel if they were still present or if they had disappeared after his whole body had to be healed over and over again.

Would he be happy that the scars his father had inflicted on him were gone because he would be able to forget the bitter memories of the past, or would he feel even more enraged to not have a glaring reminder of the hatred he felt for his father for everything he had done to him and his sisters whenever he looked at those scars?

The scars had always reminded Dilan that he would never be able to be content with life if he were to forgot what happened in the past, that he had something to take care of, and that he had already wasted several years of his life after fleeing from his family doing things that could potentially kill him.

Dilan had done numerous things that gave him an adrenaline kick in the past and several other activities to become better with almost everything related to sports, including martial arts.

In the past, this felt like a waste of time and just a means to finally die, but given that everything had changed three months ago, made him believe that maybe, just maybe, everything had been fate!

And with that in mind, he couldn't accept dying, let alone give up. It was not his time to give up yet and he had just started.

Dilan was actually not sure how much time passed but the moment he broke through the last layer of earth that crumbled above him, he felt a fresh breeze of air sweeping past his face.

A faint smile emerged on his ghastly pale face as he looked toward the starry sky.

"Finally, I'm out!!"