Round-2, Ruthless Elimination-1

"The condition is simple. I will now put a will pressure on you. If you fail to endure and bear it, you will die, but if you managed to survive and endure, then the Talisman is yours, and the Death Drum Ozarth will not kill you if you move since I will be restraining it."

"I accept," Aren nodded with determination.

"Get ready," the middle-aged man spoke with a wild grin.

Aren nodded, and right after that, a loud buzz reverberated in his mind, and he closed his eyes tightly instinctively to focus.

Veins protruded on his entire body, and he was trembling intensely under the powerful will pressure.

The middle-aged man looked at Aren with an interesting expression, 'let's see if you have what it takes to become a legendary lifeform before your mortal realm's despair arrives.'

Time passed as thirty seconds passed, but these thirty seconds felt like an eternity to Aren, and the feeling of death always enveloped him.