2024-12-07 20:33:55Barry froze as he stared at the papers in her hand.
"Laura, what is the meaning of this?" He whispered. "You can't divorce me." "Whatever gave you the stupid idea that I couldn't divorce you?" She laughed. "Everybody knows our marriage is a sham. I only pretended to be your wife for my grandmother's sake, but now that she's gone, I don't need to pretend anymore." Barry felt hot and cold at the same time. "But Laura.... I-I love you. I've always loved you since the day I set eyes on you. Please give me a chance. I made a promise to Evelyn." "Screw you and your love," Laura spat, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Don't tell me you love me. It makes my skin crawl. I hate you. I've always hated you since the day you walked into this family." Barry's heart broke in half after hearing her words. He wanted to say something but no word got out. Laura turned to face her family, waving the divorce papers in her hand. "Now that I'm divorcing this useless husband of mine, I'm entitled to 80% of what he owns." She went on after a pause, a small smile playing on her lips. "And since Barry here owns nothing to his name except his inheritance, I'll just take the white mansion." The room went wild with cheers and praises. "That's super brilliant, Laura," Jonathan Raven patted his daughter's shoulder. "I raised you well to think on your feet. Very impressive." "Yeah, sis," Curtis clapped her back. "Why should we let this pauper keep something that should belong to the entire family?" Francis Raven and Helga nodded in approval. "That's very smart Laura. Divorcing Barry would save us a lot of legal actions to take back the mansion." Barry remained silent as he watched the Raven family jubilate over his divorce. He clenched his fists and hung his head, feeling a fresh wave of emotions rushing through him. This emotion was rage. He was angry. Angry about the hatred, angry about the heartbreak Laura served him and angry about the love and commitment he promised to Evelyn. Curtis walked up to Barry, a wide jeering grin on his face. He leaned in close and whispered in Barry's ears. "I'd advise you not to fight this, Barry. We'll hire the best lawyers money can buy. You won't stand a chance against all of us. Be wise and save yourself the trouble." Barry slowly glanced up, his eyes dead of warmth and life. "Do whatever you want," he said gravely. "I don't care." Without waiting for a respond, Barry turned and walked out of the room silently. The Raven family watched him go, pleased with themselves. * * * * The divorce proceedings arrived two days later in a quiet courtroom. Barry and Laura sat across from each other, the long table littered with documents and legal papers. Lawyers and clerks walked up and down as they prepared the paperwork. Not for once did Barry glance up to meet Laura's eyes. His shoulder was slumped, dark bags under his eyes, staring at his shoes. He hadn't slept a wink in two days. Laura, on the other hand was dazzling with brightness. She had never looked so happy in her life. Finally, it was time to sign the divorce papers. As Laura skimmed through the papers, she paused before signing her name. "This Forex trading account," she began, tapping the document with her pen. "What's the full disclosure of it?" The accountant, adjusted her glasses as she explained. "The Forex trading account is fully funded with $10,000. However, the account hasn't been performing well. The market has been volatile, and the returns aren't so impressive." Laura snorted. "Forex? Who does Forex these days? It's been three years and a terrible era for traders. Everyone knows you can't make any real money in Forex. It's too risky." The room fell silent as Laura leaned back in her chair and regarded Barry. "I don't want it," she declared. "None of the Raven family members believed in Forex. Barry can keep the account. I'm not here to rip him dry. I'm a good person. As long as I keep the mansion, nothing else matters." Barry didn't argue. He was too defeated to speak a word. Once the paperwork was signed, Laura grabbed her bag and stood to her feet. "If you ever feel like working for the Raven family, you're always welcome. We'll need more helping hand around the house. That's all you're good at anyway," she said. Barry finally met her gaze. Laura felt a thrill of excitement rush through her. She enjoyed watching him suffer. "And one more thing," she added, crossing her arms. "The Raven family won't be paying for your house rent anymore or your sister's tution f*e. If you want money, then earn it. You've got that Forex account of yours. Start hustling." Barry suddenly stood to his feet, startling Laura. He stared at her from under his lashes–pain, anger and hate burning in his eyes. "I hope you're happy now," he said. Laura feigned ignorance. "Of course I'm happy. I got you out of my life and that's enough for me." Barry raised his face heavenwards and let out a deep breath. "Thank goodness. I wish you happiness." Before Laura could retort, Barry turned on his heels and marched out of the room.
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Barry stood at the edge of the trench, the heat from the coals warping the air before him. He looked down at his bare feet, then at the long path of hot coals. He swallowed a lump down his throat. "I can do this," he said, steadying his breath. "I know I can do this."He lifted his right foot and placed it squarely onto the bed of embers.A searing, immediate pain exploded from his sole. It felt like molten metal eating away on his skin. He gasped and jerked his entire leg back as if pulled by a string. He stumbled backward, staring at the red blistering skin on the bottom of his foot. A cold wave of doubt flooded him. This was madness. He wasn't built for this. The fire would consume his flesh. Unfortunately for Barry, Wei offered him no sympathy.“Again,” Wei snapped.Barry's jaw clenched as he tried to push the doubt aside. He stepped forward again, this time forcing his foot down and attempting to walk on the coals.The result was worse than before. The burn was just as fi
The second and third training
Barry was immediately prompted to the next stage of his training. The next day after he had struck down the tree with his fist, Wei brought Barry toward the eastern ridge of the island. There, a narrow mountain path spiraled upward like a scar carved into the stone. At its base lay stacks of thick wooden logs.Each log was cut from ironwood trees that were dense and brutally heavy.“You have passed the first training,” Wei said calmly. “Now comes your endurance training.”He gestured again. “You will carry logs from the base of the hill to the summit. One at a time. There are five hundred logs lying in wait for you. Ensure you clear them all.”Barry studied the hill closely.The slope was very steep and uneven. Even seasoned disciples struggled to carry a single log halfway up before collapsing.But he nodded all the same. “I understand. I'll do it.”That very night, Barry lifted the first log onto his shoulders.The weight slammed into him like a mountain. His knees bent instantly,
No one laughed
From that day forward, Barry trained like a man possessed.Dawn no longer mattered to him. Even nightfall no longer existed. From his perspective, the world shrank until there was only him and the tree.He punched. Again. And again. And again.His fists kept slamming into the bark until his hands bled. He'd wrap his hands when the skin split open to stop the bleeding. When the cloth soaked through with blood, he tore more from his robe. When there was nothing left to tear, he used leaves and vines.But Barry never stopped.Before he knew it, he began to forget his meals. Sleep became an afterthought. His body screamed for rest, but Barry ignored it stubbornly. His mind was centered on one purpose—falling the tree with his fist. That was all that mattered to him.Meanwhile, Han and his followers never missed a chance to mock him. Every evening, as they returned from structured training, they passed by Barry’s spot simply to take shots at him. “He’s still punching that thing?”“Look
Han
The sun crawled slowly across the sky as Barry stood before the next thick tree.Again. And again. And again.His fist slammed into the bark, sending a dull thud through the forest. Pain exploded up his arm, vibrating into his bones. He hissed sharply through clenched teeth but did not stop.By midmorning, his knuckles were raw. By noon, blood stained the bark where he struck it. The tree, however, stood unmoved.Barry staggered back, breathing hard, sweat soaking through his white robe. He leaned against a rock, lowering himself to the ground.So this is how they break you, he thought.He drank water, wrapped his hands in cloth torn from his sleeves, and sat quietly for a few minutes, eyes closed, regulating his breath.Then he stood up.And returned to punching.Soon, time lost meaning to Barry. The sound of fists against bark blended with the rustling wind. When his arms trembled too badly to continue, he rested. When the pain dulled into a deep, burning ache, he stood again.Th
limits
The next morning, Barry was ripped out of sleep by a thunderous gong.BOOOONG—!The sound rolled across the island like a living thing, vibrating through stone, bone, and blood.Barry groaned softly and sat upright, rubbing his face with both hands.The room he had been given was barely larger than a storage cell. A low mattress lay directly on the stone floor. Beside it were three plain white robes folded neatly and a pair of worn sandals identical to those worn by the other disciples.There was no luxury nor special treatment for him. He was treated equally with the others.Barry had no problem with this. He was used to discipline and humility.Exhaled, he swung his legs off the mattress, and stood to his feet.The time was 4:00 a.m when he woke up. It was far earlier than his usual morning alarm.Without wasting time, he changed quickly, tied his robe, splashed cold water over his face, and stepped outside.The temple grounds were already alive.Rows of disciples moved in silence,
The clansmen
A heavy silence followed after Wei’s proclamation. For a long, awkward moment, no one said anything. Then everyone burst into laughter, shattering the silence like glass. Some clansmen covered their mouths as they laughed openly. Others shook their heads, smirking as if they had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.“Him?!” a burly man with a shaved head and crossed arms barked, his voice thick with scorn. “Grandmaster, have the years clouded your vision? He’s an outsider! A soft city-dweller!”Another, younger man with a sharp face stepped forward, his smirk cruel. “Look at his clothes! His hands! He’s never known real labor, let alone the discipline of the Supreme Life-Force!""Absolutely. This is an insult to every disciple who has bled and sweated here for decades!"The laughter grew, mingled with angry muttering. "Grandmaster," an elder with a long scar across his cheek said gravely, "you trained us from childhood. We have shed blood and bone for this art. And yet yo
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