飞行员和小空乘POP

Amon didn't bother to close his ears. He knew it wouldn't do any good. The voices came directly into his mind. All he could do was control his senses and tried to mentally dampen the noise. This was an imaginary attack. Amon knew it was not real.

The head-hurting noise lasted for some while, but Amon persevered through it. Until all of a sudden, it stopped abruptly.

The silence only lasted an instant before different voices were heard. It was the sound of women's giggling. Sweet voices called to Amon.

Amon opened his eyes. Outside through the openings, three most beautiful and most sexy women he had ever laid eyes on, were calling him to come over. They were completely naked.

The three women were doing sensual moves that could make any man loses their mind. But Amon wasn't any man. He just paid the women brief attention before closing his eyes and ignoring them altogether.

After a while, the alluring voices of the women came nearer. Amon then started feeling sensations around his body. The feeling was when naked skin was rubbing against him. The women were rubbing their bodies on him, all the while continuing to pull him and ask him to come with them.

'It feels real…,' Amon thought of the rubbing sensation. He thought this mind attack was very good. But it was not enough to make him move.

After disregarding the women's seduction for some time, the voices slowly fade away. A strange feeling forced him to open his eyes. Before the entrance outside the room, he saw more wealth than he had ever seen. He had seen a lot of wealth in his past life, but he somehow believed the treasures before him were more.

These treasures didn't move and didn't even utter any words, but there was a strong pull that enticed him to approach. A pull that told him if he approached, he would be the wealthiest man in the world.

However, his desire was not to be the wealthiest. Wealth for him was just a tool, so he denied this temptation as well. He forcefully closed his eyes again.

Not long after, the wealth disappeared. He felt strong pressure wash over him. Much stronger than anything he had ever felt since he came into this world. Even stronger than the pressure released by Pai Kuan and Lin Weida, who were amongst the strongest cultivators he had encountered.

He opened his eyes. Outside the room was a person in a robe. Amon couldn't see his face but he knew that this being was the strongest person he had ever encountered, probably omnipotent even. In his hand was a small pill.

"Come… Come to me…," Amon couldn't see this person's face. The voice was directly projected into his mind. "If you eat this pill, you will become the strongest in the world… Isn't this what you desire the most…?"

The voice was not wrong. That was indeed Amon's desire. He very much wanted to go forward. His mind kept on slipping, it was like he kept on forgetting that this was not real. This was a trial. Amon had to exert his willpower to keep on reminding himself. This had happened before with the seductive women and also with the enticing wealth. It was as if his mind kept on being invaded and being convinced that what was laid before him was real. If his mind wasn't strong enough, he would have been drowned by the mental influence and believed all these illusions.

But this time, with the omnipotent person offering him unlimited power, it was the hardest to dismiss, because ultimate power was indeed Amon's desire. To reject one's innermost desire was the hardest thing to do. Amon felt his mind could succumb at any time.

Amon gritted his teeth before making a loud yell, "Go away…!!! I will get my power with my own strength. I don't need your shortcut offer…!"

The omnipotent person continued to offer the gift of power, but after making the yell, Amon felt the hold inside his mind weakened. The pull was not as strong as before. He used this chance to reinforce his mind. He repeated the mantra that this was all just an illusion, he was on a trial. He was preventing his mind from slipping again.

He again shut his eyes. He could still hear and feel the seduction from the omnipotent person, but he ignored the call.

The voice soon faded as well. Replacing it was the sound of something tearing from the ground and wall around him. Amon opened his eyes and saw that the ground and wall were indeed getting torn. Something burst out from behind them. People. Dead People. People that he knew.

They were his victims. Joe was among them. Both his victims from this life and his past life. There was the trio of Lin Bu, Lin Lang, and Lin Sora whom he had killed during his first mission to hunt the Greasy Horned Weasel. There were also Lin Zuyi and Lin Xiaoying, whom he murdered under Pai Kuan's demand. There were also a bunch of the Wei people whom he had killed. Wei Sui was right there beside her son, Wei Lhosa, tearing through the wall trying to get to him.

Then there was the Hei clan. Hei Gong and Hei Pho were clawing out from the ground, trying to grab him. Behind them was the other Hei family. Hei xilia, the kind girl who always took care of him, was calling Amon as she crawled, "Why did you do this to me? To us? Why…?!"

On another side were Simon and her sister, whom Amon had shot point blank on the head. Amon tried to locate their mother who had killed him and sent him to this world, but she was not around. Probably the ones here were only the ones whom he had killed directly.

Which was a lot since it included all the people he had killed in his past life as well. There was no way this room could hold all of them. The corpses from his past life victims could form a small mountain. Yet, he could somehow see all of them inside here, which didn't make sense considering how small this room was. He was then reminded that this was all a mind attack, which alarmed him again. For a second there, his mind slipped again and thought that this was all real.

He didn't close his eyes this time. In fact, he had a feeling he won't be able to even if he tried. He saw all these dead people crawling towards him.

Simon arrived first. In his hand was his past-life combat knife which was also the weapon that had taken his past life. Simon stabbed this combat knife into Amon's tight. The knife went deep and blood spurted from the stab.

"Grghh…!" Amon gritted his teeth. The pain was real!

On the other side, Lin Sora arrived and proceeded to stab him with his short sword as well. Amon's hand shot out, attempting to grab Lin Sora's wrist and stop the stab. But his hand passed through Lin Sora's wrist as if it was air. The hand holding the short sword continued. The short sword stabbed into Amon's belly. The sword sunk in and blood leaked out.

Wei Sui came then. Her claws struck Amon's arm and started clawing. She laughed hysterically while mauling Amon's arm. "Hahaha! How do you like it now? Let's continue what we are doing in those woods, shall we? You haven't screamed yet. I want to hear you scream!! Hahaha…!!"

Everyone came and claimed their pounds of flesh. Amon's body was soon full of wounds. Some were even fatal, but he didn't die from the wounds. He couldn't die because this was not real. He understood this, but the pains were real. All the pains made it harder for him to treat this as illusions. It was unending torture.

Something in his mind told him that this would all be over once he stepped outside the room. The feeling urged him to walk out. The pains urged him to run out.

He was so eager to run out, but as what he had told Madam Lin after the torture mission. Two convictions were supporting him now. The knowledge that he could leave this torture any time he wanted and also that none of these illusory pains would leave him any permanent damage. He had seen the part that had been stabbed before, it was as if the stab had never occurred. Then the stab repeated itself and the visual wound where his blood leaked out repeated.

​ All he needed to do was keep his mind sane and keep on reminding himself that this was not real. It was extremely hard to do as there was also an intangible attack on his mind that kept on convincing him that this all happened in reality and he was not in a trial. He was battling the assault on two fronts. The pains and the persuasion within his mind. Anyone with lesser willpower would have succumbed to it and run out of the room, but Amon persevered.

He continued to keep the track of time as he went through the suffering. According to his time, he had already passed the four and a half hours record informed by Lao Zen. He should have no problem passing this trial and entering the academy, but he wanted to continue. Because he wanted that private residence, and also because he could!