The frightening golden lightning

Zeal angrily left the place to construct a shelter for himself. No way would he die. What did that old man mean that this world was his? Why would he kill himself? He was irked. He slept comfortably to dilute the pain the lightning inflicted on him. After all, he still had the entire three months; he could always try it again. After three days, Zeal decided to try his luck again. After all, he still needed to escape this accursed place—mocked to be his spiritual world. He precisely couldn't understand how anyone could try such a lame joke.