Chapter 255 Throwing a Tantrum

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The days passed with Silva cooking evil after evil and making sure he pushed the group beyond their limits, but the whole thing wasn't without results. Because at the end of the week, most of them had all leveled up several times and were very close to evolving. But then there was Gallan, Leah, and Quin, who had finally evolved during the wild training. It had happened almost simultaneously, and it made Silva crazily happy that they leveled up. Gallan looked the same, but his aura had changed immensely, and his size increased a bit. As for Quin, after leveling up, his legacy completely formed, and it was a darkness type. Leah didn't have any major changes as she was already on the right path, but her power grew immensely. After the week ended, all of them were teleported to the edge of the forest where they saw Silva and the rest waiting for them. "I'm glad to see that all of you are alive and not dead," Silva said. "With all due respect, Silva, you are sick," Aaron said and sat on the ground, and so did all of them. Even with the progress they made, their souls were near crushed. "Hmm, seems whatever I did hit harder than expected, but you will shake out of it, or better still, you have to break out of it because I am not done with those that are yet to evolve," Silva said. When he said that, they all looked at him in fear. What he was saying was simply that their training was yet to come to an end. "In this week, I have hit your mind, hit your body, hit your souls and everything else. I've pushed you all to the brink of your very existence, And you all survived and actually grew from it, but now you all must cross the last lap. When he arrived at the castle, he headed towards the lounge where the envoy was. He opened the door and saw the man seated, while facing Elsa. "Elsa, what are you doing here?" Silva asked as he walked in. He asked her first for a few reasons. One was to show the envoy that Silva didn't care about him, and he was a nobody. The second was that he really wanted to know why Elsa was looking at the envoy. "Daddy, I caught a whiff of a foreign smell, so I came to check it, and then I saw him. None of you guys were here, so I decided to watch over him myself," Elsa explained. It was after her explanation that Silva finally turned his eyes to look at the envoy, and then he spoke. "You must be the representative of the kingdoms. Nice to see you," Silva said. It was a middle-aged nobleman with a very fat body. He looked grumpy, like he ate sour fruits. "Why the hell do you people keep sending kids to meet me? Do I look like a joke to you all?" The man suddenly yelled and grabbed Silva's arm tightly. The room fell quiet. Drake, Elsa, Lily—they all looked in shock. It was as though time froze. Silva slowly turned his head to look at the hand grabbing him. Rather than say anything, he let out a smile, and his bloodlust and killing intent poured from him like a raging river. Immediately the man felt this, his body broke out in sweat, he started trembling, and he hurriedly let go of Silva's hand and moved away. Silva walked to the chair on the opposite side and sat down, still filling the room with his killing intent. The man struggled to breathe; he gasped for air every second. "You don't walk into a place and throw a tantrum. If not for the fact that I want to know what you have to say, your blood would have painted the floor, so be careful next time," Silva said.

Chapter 255 Throwing a Tantrum

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