Amon opened his eyes and realised he had appeared somewhere that seemed like a graveyard...

There were things like steles erected in various places, and the stench of death and decay filled the surroundings.

Because the place was dark, Amon couldn't see anything, but despite that his gaze remained affixed on his surroundings as he tried to peer through the darkness.

'Did instructor Damien send me to the right place?' Amon asked internally while scanning his surroundings with wide, curious eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around, and then the artifact materialised in his grasp.

Clang... clang... clang...

The weapon made a light noise that seemed to echo continuously in this deserted place.

Suddenly, Amon heard a voice whisper into his mind.

"Dig up a grave and bury yourself while writing your request on a piece of paper to retrieve the thing you want the most."

"Who's there?" Amon instantly became alert as he scanned the environment.

Still, he didn't see anyone.

Suddenly, there was a light whoosh, and something that seemed like a table with an ink pen, an ink bottle, and a piece of paper atop it appeared.

A second later, something akin to a shovel manifested on the table as well.

Amon was slightly surprised as he gazed at it.

'Were those words truly the condition to enter into this star gate?'

As Amon's words lingered, the papers ahead rippled slightly, as though confirming his guess.

Still, Amon didn't completely want to believe it.

He glanced around and even began walking when he suddenly paused.

He stretched his hand towards the air in front of him, only for a barrier to materialise.

He glanced around and retreated his steps to his original position before retreating some more.

A few paces later, he encountered another barrier.

This confirmed Amon's guess.

'I'm confined to a distance of roughly 2 meters?' Amon narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his surroundings.

He took a few more steps before finally confirming that it was the case.

He frowned, and his eyes returned back to the table with the few things atop it.

There was hesitation in his eyes as he glanced in that direction, but with no other way to go about it, he could only begin walking towards it.

Having nothing else to do, Amon didn't want to remain stuck here.

Besides, he knew that there was a limit to how much time Natasha had left.

Keeping all these at the back of his mind, Amon finally reached the location of the table.

He glanced down at it and saw the clause written on the piece of paper.

It seemed to have been written just a few seconds ago with the ink pen.

In fact, staring at the ink pen, Amon noticed that it was still a little wet, with slight ink stains marking the surface of the table.

He didn't think too much about it as he shifted his eyes down to the 'consequences' clause.

It seemed to be the consequence of him exceeding the timer or failing to fulfil the requirements of the graveyard.

'Such a unique star gate...' Amon muttered while drawing in a sharp breath.

His heart thudded wildly in his chest as he read.

[Consequences: Eternal slumber...]

There were only two words with no further explanation, but Amon understood that they contained so much depth.

At first, eternal slumber might seem like nothing much, but upon taking a closer look, one should recall the words of the voice from before.

It had told Amon that he should dig a grave and bury himself.

In essence, if Amon failed to pass whatever trials were set, he would just be digging a grave for himself.

'How preposterous!' Amon was immediately furious as he slammed the table, causing it to shake slightly, but it still endured the force of his strike.

Amon glanced down at the table and then let out a sharp breath.

'No wonder instructor Damien said that this star gate was truly unique... Now the question is... to do or not to do?'

Amon didn't want to endanger his life, but at the same time he had no way out of here.

Since the time he decided to save Natasha, there seemed to be only one way forward.

'It's truly frustrating. It's as though I'm being controlled against my will,' Amon thought, aggrieved.

Now, with only one path left to take, Amon felt that he might as well...

With a sigh, Amon picked up the piece of paper.

He reached towards the ink and began scribbling things down on it.

His face was filled with a neutral expression as he steadily wrote.

Within moments, the part where Amon was required to write was filled.

After he was done, he felt a ripple, and then something appeared afterwards.

Amon closed his eyes for a few seconds, reminiscing a little as he felt a gentle tug on his soul.

After that, he opened his eyes and began digging...

Previously, he wanted to create a comprehension gift as his tenth gift, but it seemed that might have to change.

'Thankfully, I have sufficient creation points to help me out here.' Amon was a little relieved at that thought.

Within roughly two hours, Amon had dug a barely three-foot grave for himself.

He hesitated for more than ten minutes before lying down and closing himself in.

Instantly, silence reigned, and the table disappeared, vanishing with the light along with it.

Amon continued staying in the grave for more than five minutes when he felt something fall atop him.

Surprisingly, it was sand...

Amon opened his eyes in astonishment and glanced towards his legs where the sand had fallen.

He was briefly startled.

Glancing up, he noticed shadowy silhouettes which he couldn't completely make out due to the darkness.

Swoosh... another heap of sand landed on him.

Amon felt speechless...

'I'm getting buried alive.'

In all his life, Amon had never expected to actually get buried alive.

Truly, just as Damien had said, this was a very unique star gate!

It was so unique that it left Amon bewildered.

'What were they thinking when they created it???'

Another heap of sand fell onto Amon, and then another.

Gradually, sand began to fall atop him, and soon it completely covered his body.

Suddenly, Amon's heart skipped a beat as he thought of something.

When he was buried, how would he escape?

He hadn't thought of it before because his mind was occupied, but now...

Recalling it, Amon tried to claw his way out of the sand, but it was just too much.

The more he clawed, the more it collapsed back onto him.

Just as he wanted to use his gifts, a sudden drowsiness overtook him, causing his thoughts to grow muddled and his mind to become hazy.

Amon tried to think straight, but a suffocating feeling surged around him.

It felt as though the air in his throat was being drained at lightning speed.

Just as Amon felt his eyelids turn heavy and he lost consciousness, his eyes snapped open.

Without hesitation, he thrust his fist forward in a fighting gesture, like he was ready to attack at any moment.

Suddenly, feeling the light of the sky drifting onto him, Amon realised he was no longer in the graveyard.

He glanced around and subconsciously widened his eyes in shock.

"What?"

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