I Cultivate 10,000 Times Faster-Chapter 140: [138] Attacked By A True FiendGodHealing!
Levi lifted his head fully to meet the Seventh Envoy's skeptical gaze. Her eyes were like bottomless wells, and looking into them made him feel like a book being read by someone who could understand every word, every meaning, every subtext.
"I don't intend to lie in the first place," Levi said firmly, keeping his voice steady despite the fear trying to creep into it. "I came here prepared to tell the truth, whatever the consequences."
"Is that so?" The Fifth Envoy sneered, her voice dripping with contempt as she floated forward slightly, the shadows around her reaching toward Levi like grasping hands. She was one of the women, with those glowing void-eyes and sharp, predatory features. "Then explain."
Without warning, massive shockwaves erupted from her body.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The pressure was immense—not just physical force but something deeper, something that pressed against Levi's very existence. It was like having a mountain dropped on his shoulders, except the mountain was made of concentrated killing intent and soul pressure.
The air itself seemed to solidify around him, trying to force him to his knees. His bones creaked audibly. His muscles strained. Every cell in his body screamed at him to submit, to prostrate himself, to acknowledge the overwhelming superiority of the being before him.
But Levi gritted his teeth and held on.
His body had recovered significantly thanks to the jade extract and his natural regeneration. His cultivation had stabilized at Level 6 Genetic Soldier, with his foundation strengthened by all the battles he'd survived. His will had been tempered by facing death repeatedly and refusing to break.
He managed to raise his head, breaking
the pressure through pure will and glared at the Fifth Envoy through the crushing force.
"Fifth Envoy," Levi said, his voice strained but clear, "aren't you being too unreasonable? I haven't even spoken a word about what happened, haven't offered any defense or explanation, and I'm already being suppressed like a criminal whose guilt has been proven." He took a shuddering breath, fighting against the pressure. "Is this how petty the Elder Council is? Judge first, ask questions never?"
Instantly, the entire chamber froze.
The pressure vanished so suddenly that Levi nearly stumbled forward from the loss of resistance. But that relief lasted only a fraction of a second before something far worse happened.
An overwhelming power—like an entire mountain range compressed into a single point—slammed into his chest with the force of a divine judgment.
"KA-BOOOOOM!"
Levi's eyes widened as he saw it coming but couldn't even think about dodging.
A massive crimson dragon materialized before him as though stepping out of the void itself, its form condensed from pure Astra energy. It was easily fifty meters long, with scales that gleamed like polished rubies and eyes that burned with ancient fury. The dragon's maw opened wide, revealing teeth the size of swords, and it lunged forward with speed that made sound seem slow.
"ROOOAAAAAR!"
The dragon collided with Levi's chest with a massive amount of force.
Time seemed to slow.
His Galactic Guardian Suit's Kinetic Absorption ability activating, trying desperately to store the impact energy. But the attack was so far beyond what the Tier-III artifact could handle that the absorption only reduced the damage by maybe five percent.
His ribs shattering like glass, each one breaking in multiple places with distinct snapping sounds that seemed to echo in his skull.
His lungs collapsing as the air was forced violently out of them, the delicate tissue tearing and hemorrhaging.
His spine compressing, vertebrae cracking under force that would have pulverized stone.
His internal organs experiencing catastrophic trauma—his liver bruising, his spleen rupturing, his kidneys hemorrhaging, his heart skipping beats as it struggled to keep pumping despite the shock.
Then the force launched him backward.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Levi's body became a missile, carving a path through the air before slamming into the chamber's wall with enough force to create a crater three meters deep. The impact would have killed him instantly.
His vision went white. Then black. Then sparkling with pinpricks of light as his brain struggled to process the trauma.
He felt himself on the edge of unconsciousness, teetering on that boundary between awareness and oblivion, but he forced himself to remain conscious through sheer stubborn will. Five seconds. That's how long it took for clarity to return, for his mind to reassert control over his broken body.
"Koff! Koff!"
Blood spilled from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal tissue
His hair, which had been a mix of white on the right and black on the left, was now scorched completely black from the residual fire energy of the dragon's attack. His shirt had simply disintegrated, leaving his torso bare and covered in rapidly-forming bruises that ranged from purple to black.
But even through the pain, even with multiple organs failing and bones shattered, Levi's Regeneration was working. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
"Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle…"
Steam rose from his wounds as flesh began to knit back together. Ribs reset themselves with audible cracks as his body healed.
It was agonizing. Every nerve ending screamed as it regenerated. But within thirty seconds, Levi was functional again—battered, bloodied, exhausted, but alive and able to move.
He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and forced himself to stand, his legs trembling slightly but holding his weight. His expression was carefully neutral as he turned to face the Envoys again.
It was only then that he noticed a tiny figure he'd completely missed before.
Standing off to the side, almost casually, was a woman who couldn't have been more than 1.6 meters tall. She wore crimson robes that seemed to be woven from actual flames, and beneath her feet, coiled like a sleeping cat, was a dragon. Not an energy construct like the one that had just attacked him—a real, living dragon, easily ten meters long even in its compressed state.
The woman had delicate features that would have been beautiful if not for the cold indifference in her eyes. Her hair was long and blood-red, flowing down her back like a crimson waterfall. And her presence…
How did I not notice her before?
Then Levi realized—he still couldn't fully perceive her. Even looking directly at her, his senses couldn't quite grasp the full extent of her existence. It was like trying to look at someone through frosted glass. He could see her shape, her general features, but the details kept slipping away.
This was Sub-Dean Scarlett, one of the academy's most powerful figures, second only to the Dean himself. She was rumored to be at Peak Fiend-God realm, possibly even touching the threshold of Star Realm.
And she'd been standing there the entire time, watching, waiting to see how he would react.
"Next time you run your mouth," Scarlett said, her voice as indifferent as winter ice, "you'll be dead before your trial even begins. Consider that a lesson on knowing when to speak and when not to open your trash of a mouth."
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Levi's eyes were cold as he looked at her, his expression carefully controlled. But his thoughts ran wild, rage and helplessness warring inside him.
If only I was a Fiend-God. Would she dare treat me like this? Would any of them?
"Yes, I would."
The indifferent voice spoke again, answering the thought he hadn't voiced aloud, and Levi's blood ran cold.
She can read minds?!
His eyes widened with shock and a new kind of fear. If she could truly read thoughts, then every secret he had—the system, his transmigration, everything—was potentially exposed.
Scarlett glanced at him with just the corner of her eyes, her expression unchanged, and spoke a single word that somehow conveyed infinite contempt:
"Fool."
But Levi's survival instincts had already kicked in. The moment he realized she could read his thoughts, he immediately cuculated his Asura Devil Battle God bloodline, not the full transformation, just a subtle pulse of its power through his consciousness.
The bloodline carried an inherent protection against mental intrusion. Beings born for endless slaughter couldn't afford to have their thoughts read by enemies, couldn't allow their battle intentions to be predicted. The Asura bloodline created a kind of mental static, a fog of killing intent and battle instinct that obscured the mind's surface.
Scarlett's eyebrow raised slightly, the first real expression Levi had seen on her face beyond cold indifference.
Her lips curved into what might have been a smirk—or might have been the beginnings of genuine interest.
"Interesting," she murmured, the single word carrying layers of meaning that Levi couldn't fully parse.
The First Envoy raised a hand, cutting off any further interaction. His expression was gentle but firm, clearly taking control of the situation before it escalated further.
A single drop of liquid escaped from his palm, glowing with soft green light. It floated through the air with deliberate slowness, drifting toward Levi like a falling leaf caught in an updraft.
"His trial hasn't begun," the First Envoy said, his voice carrying quiet authority that somehow commanded more respect than Scarlett's threats. "His punishment will only begin if it's deemed his crimes deserve our judgment. Until then, he is still a student of this academy and entitled to basic treatment."
The drop landed on Levi's forehead.
The effect was immediate and overwhelming.
"Weng!"
