Chapter 6: The Green Hell Paradise

Chapter 6: The Green Hell Paradise

The mountains had become a familiar landscape to Bhoumik, his feet tracing paths through the rugged terrain for over four weeks. He had tested his strength against the wild beasts that roamed these lands, refining his combat skills and pushing his body to the limit. However, the further he wandered, the more unfamiliar the surroundings became.

Today, the air felt different.

A mist clung to the trees, thicker than before, and the atmosphere grew heavy with something Bhoumik could not yet identify. The further he went, the darker the forest became, the sunlight barely piercing the dense canopy of trees. The occasional growl of beasts echoed in the distance, and a subtle tension gripped the air.

Bhoumik paused, his dark eyes scanning the area. Something was off. This wasn't like the other parts of the mountain range. There was a danger here that went beyond what he had faced before.

It wasn't until he saw the dying vegetation, the twisted vines hanging from trees, and the unnatural silence that he realized where he was.

Green Hell Paradise.

The name was whispered by older cultivators in nearby villages, spoken of as a place where even seasoned martial artists dared not tread. It was a dangerous region, home to powerful magical beasts and strange natural phenomena. Yet, here he was, standing at its outermost edge.

A ripple of energy ran through the air, the kind that only came from the presence of a magical beast. Bhoumik didn't flinch. Instead, his cold gaze sharpened. He had been refining his combat skills for weeks now. This was the perfect opportunity to test himself against something stronger than the wild beasts he'd been facing.

But even he couldn't have anticipated what came next.

Bhoumik moved cautiously through the dense forest, every muscle in his body coiled with tension, his senses on high alert. He could feel it—something was watching him. The air was thick with the predatory aura of a nearby beast. The trees swayed lightly in the wind, but beneath the rustle of leaves was something else: the sound of soft footfalls.

He stopped, his hand slowly moving to the small dagger strapped to his waist. The silence around him deepened, and in that moment, a shadow darted through the trees—followed by another, and another.

Wolves.

Bhoumik's eyes narrowed. These weren't ordinary wolves. Their bodies glowed faintly with the energy of magical beasts, and as they circled him, he counted at least six of them. Each one was about the size of a large horse, their fur dark as night, and their eyes glowed with an unnatural intensity.

These were 1st and 2nd-grade magical beasts, far more powerful than anything Bhoumik had faced before. They moved in perfect coordination, their jaws snapping as they advanced, growls rumbling from deep within their throats.

Bhoumik's hand tightened around the hilt of his dagger. He wasn't afraid, but he wasn't foolish either. This was no simple battle. If he didn't fight carefully, these wolves could tear him apart. The wolves moved with predatory precision, their bodies low to the ground as they circled, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The first wolf lunged.

Bhoumik twisted to the side, his dagger slashing through the air, but the wolf was faster than he anticipated. Its claws raked across his arm, leaving three deep gashes that burned with pain. Blood dripped down his arm, but Bhoumik didn't flinch. His eyes hardened, and he shifted his stance, preparing for the next attack.

Another wolf darted in from the left, and this time, Bhoumik was ready. He dodged its snapping jaws, driving his dagger into the creature's side. The wolf yelped, blood spurting from the wound, but the attack wasn't enough to kill it. The wolf retreated, regrouping with the others.

Five wolves remained, their eyes gleaming with hunger. Bhoumik's breath came faster, his muscles tense as he calculated his next move. These beasts were smarter than he thought. They were testing him, probing his defenses. If he let them push him too far, he'd be overwhelmed.

He needed to change his approach.

Bhoumik's mind raced. He couldn't take them all head-on—not with his current level of strength. But he had one advantage: his intelligence. He knew how to fight, how to read his opponents' movements. And he had studied enough anatomy to know where to strike.

The next wolf lunged at him, its jaws snapping at his leg. Bhoumik dropped low, using the momentum of the wolf's attack to roll to the side, slashing his dagger across its throat. This time, the strike was clean. The wolf collapsed, its body twitching as blood pooled beneath it.

Four wolves left.

But the pack didn't slow. They seemed even more enraged, their howls filling the forest as they closed in. Bhoumik's chest heaved, his wounds burning, but he couldn't stop. He pushed himself harder, dodging another attack and slamming his fist into one wolf's jaw with all the force he could muster. The creature stumbled, dazed by the impact.

But as he prepared to strike again, another wolf barreled into him from behind, its claws digging into his back. Bhoumik grunted in pain, his body slamming into the dirt. Blood soaked his robes, and for the first time in weeks, he felt the sharp edge of fear.

These wolves were stronger than anything he had faced. Their coordination and speed far surpassed what he had expected.

But fear didn't stop him. It only made him colder. More calculating.

Deeper Into the green hell

Bhoumik staggered to his feet, his breath ragged, his vision blurred by the pain of his wounds. The wolves circled him again, but something was different now. Bhoumik wasn't planning to face them head-on anymore. His mind raced, formulating a new plan—he wouldn't try to defeat the entire pack here.

He needed to escape.

With a burst of energy, Bhoumik darted to the side, slipping between the wolves before they could react. The remaining four gave chase, their howls echoing through the trees as they followed him deeper into the Green Hell Paradise.

The terrain became rougher, the trees thicker, and the air heavier with the presence of more magical beasts. Bhoumik could feel the eyes of other creatures watching from the shadows, their auras far stronger than the wolves chasing him. But he couldn't stop. His legs burned, his wounds throbbed, but he kept running, leading the wolves deeper into the forest.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bhoumik spotted a narrow ravine ahead. Without hesitation, he plunged into it, the walls of the ravine closing in around him, the wolves unable to follow. Their howls faded into the distance as Bhoumik collapsed against the cold stone, blood streaming from his wounds.

He had survived. Barely.

But as he sat there, his breath ragged and his body trembling from the exertion, he realized something. This place—Green Hell Paradise—was unlike anything he had ever encountered. The magical beasts here were beyond powerful, and the deeper he went, the stronger they would become.

Yet, Bhoumik's cold eyes flickered with something new. Ambition. If he could survive here—if he could defeat the creatures that roamed this cursed place—then he would truly become strong. Strong enough to face whatever awaited him in the outside world.

His mind raced with possibilities. If he could refine his skills here, in the depths of the Green Hell Paradise, he could become something more than just a boy in the Master Realm. He could become a true force in the cultivation world.

But for now, he needed to rest.

The following days were a test of endurance. Bhoumik, still recovering from his wounds, remained hidden in the ravine, using the time to heal and strategize. His encounter with the wolves had taught him an important lesson—strength wasn't everything. Cunning and strategy were just as vital in battle.

As he sat in the ravine, meditating and refining his spiritual energy, Bhoumik's thoughts drifted back to the wolves. He had been foolish to engage them directly, thinking his newly refined combat skills were enough. But this place was on an entirely different level.

The magical beasts here were stronger, faster, and more intelligent. But Bhoumik wasn't deterred. If anything, the challenge excited him. He would learn from his mistakes. He would grow stronger. And when he emerged from this place, he would be far more than just a boy wandering the mountains.

His survival here would be his baptism by fire.

Bhoumik's eyes opened, his meditation complete. The pain from his wounds had dulled, and his body felt stronger. His mind was clear, focused. The path ahead was dangerous, but it was exactly what he needed.

Green Hell Paradise was his crucible, and he intended to emerge victorious.