I Am Unstoppable Chapter 73


    Chapter 73 Despairing Night


    Jonathan’s heart sank deeper and deeper. He knew that death was not the scariest thing in the world,


    especially for a girl. Numerous unbearable tragedies that were much worse than death could happen to


    a girl.


    Gabriel continued, “Moreover, you’re the Chosen One. The Chosen Ones may die, but they can never


    bring upon themselves their own demises. Because there will always be hope until thest moment,


    no?”


    “I think you’re overly confident with yourself,” Jonathan replied coldly. “Why would I care about anything


    when I’m dead? My soul and my consciousness will vanish from the world, and not the tiniest vestige


    will remain. So why would I care about Amber if that’s the case?”


    “So you won’tpromise?” Gabriel lifted the corners of his lips.


    “Not in a million years!” cursed Jonathan.


    “You do realize contempt for God is a grievous sin. You’ve disrespected me with your insolence, which


    weighs equal sin as disrespecting God. I shall therefore punish you so that you will learn your lesson.”


    Gabriel’s voice was nd and cool as he spoke.


    Jonathan’s eyes bulged with anger and he sneered. He could hardly believe his ears when Gabriel had


    the audacity to equate himself with divinity. His first impulse was to open his mouth and spat all


    profanities at Gabriel, but he forced himself to remain silent and swallowed all the swear words back in.


    Stay calm, Jonathan. Wait for the perfect opportunity to retaliate. He reminded himself internally. I’m in


    their territory now. I’ll only bring myself more trouble if I provoke them further.


    Meanwhile, Gabriel turned to Zachary who was standing behind him. “Give him ten ps,” he


    instructed.


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    Zachary nodded and marched toward Jonathan.


    Jonathan, having never been subjected to such humiliation, felt his heart pounding against his chest.


    Zachary, cold as he was, pped Jonathan ten times across the cheeks without hesitation.


    His strikes were forceful, yet measured at the same time, which sent Jonathan’s head spinning, and his


    cheeks bleeding and swelling.


    By the time Zachary was done, Jonathan coughed up a gob of blood with ten teeth to the ground.


    Without a word, Zachary retreated to Gabriel’s back, while thetter stared at Jonathan.


    Jonathan returned his stare with a bloodshot re and pursed his lips. He certainly would not execrate


    Gabriel as it would not do him any good in any way; although it was, without question, the biggest


    humiliation he had suffered in his entire life.


    “I’ll kill you! I swear it!” Jonathan clenched his teeth, the bone-chilling bitterness apparent in his voice.


    Gabriel merely gazed at him tly. They remained like that for a while when suddenly, Gabriel burst into


    laughter. He subsequently collected himself and said, “I know you hate me so much you wish you could


    tear me into a million pieces, Chosen One. The sad truth is, I will seize your spirit and kill you right here


    in this ce. Nobody can save you here, and you can’t defend yourself either, since you are severely


    wounded.” He paused and rose to his feet. “We still have sixteen hours left until midnight. Enjoy your


    last moments in life. Once your spirit is stripped, you will find only an insufferable life waiting ahead


    even if you survive.”


    As soon as he finished, Gabriel turned and left with Zachary.


    The door of the alchemy room closed shut and darkness began to seep in.


    Feeling numbness in his jaw, Jonathan copsed to the ground resignedly, his cheeks still burning with


    pain.


    He had suffered serious internal injuries, which slowed his spirit’s flow, hindering him from speeding up


    his wounds’ healing.


    He wanted to scream badly and unleash all his force to shatter everything, but he couldn’t. He


    understood that as soon as he tried activating his spirit, his wounds would immediately reopen and


    bleed profusely. A sense of helplessness washed over him as he realized the futility of his billowing


    hatred against the cruelty of reality.


    Miracle… Will there be a miracle for me? he wondered deep down.


    Don’t be silly. This is real life. Not a fiction novel. There aren’t many miracles in this world.


    Jonathan tightened his fists as he thought on and on, his eyes now blood red with hatred. He stayed in


    that position for a long time before he became too exhausted and finally loosened his fists.


    He couldn’t help but felt the chains of destiny tugging at him as he asked himself if it was really his fate


    that he shouldpromise.


    Nevertheless, he ditched the idea at once. He was crystal clear it was what Gabriel wanted. The


    moment he gave in, he would cease to be steadfast. If it happened, his spirit would surely be taken


    away, which would be the end of him.


    All those years, Jonathan had had numerous close calls in the countless perils he faced. It wasn’t


    because he was powerful enough to escape death; he was simply fortunate enough. Many strong


    mercenaries whose cultivations were much higher than his had fallen due to stray bullets.


    He knew for a fact that, although strength was important for survival in the world, it ounted for


    merely thirty percent of it, whereas luck made up the significant seventy percent.


    Time slipped by quietly. Soon it was five o’clock in the afternoon.


    No one had delivered any food or water to him. It was as if the alchemy room’s existence was


    completely forgotten, which was understandable, considering Gabriel woulde to refine Jonathan at


    midnight.


    Since humans wouldn’t die of hunger or thirst from a day without food and water, there was no need to


    feed him.


    Although Jonathan had sustained serious injuries, his healing power was nheless much better than


    the average man. Hence, after nine hours of rest and recovery, he could already rise to his feet and


    walk slowly. Knowing he still had some luck in store, he was unwilling to be killed so easily. The


    glimmer of hope motivated him to find a way to save himself.


    He first approached the steel door, but it was tightly shut and locked from the outside.


    Had he been in tip-top shape, he could have broken the metal lock effortlessly. s, he wasn’t capable


    of the act in his current state. Jonathan, gued with despair, began to wish he would stumble upon


    some rejuvenation pills in the alchemy room.


    Any miracle would do for him, even though he knew it was purely wishful thinking.


    After a fruitless search, puffed and weary, Jonathan was forced to sit down and rest for that weak body


    of his was like an old hag, unable to take on any further exertion. At that moment, even the Ultra Sun


    Moon Mantra was useless on him. The mantra’s functions included maintaining good health, purifying


    the body, and promoting cell growth. But it was unable to promote wound healing.


    At the end of the day, martial arts weren’t as magical as novels painted them to be. Besides, Jonathan


    had absolutely no strength to heal his injuries. His rtively good health was the only reason he could


    make a speedy semi-recovery.


    The night was falling, and it was eight o’clock before long.


    The moon shone through the tiny window into the room, and Jonathan’s train of thought became


    messier and messier as his impending doom drew closer. Death itself was not scary. It was the waiting


    part that was frightening. His mind drifted to Amber and was instantly ovee with guilt.


    Their current situation was totally an uncalled-for disaster that she did not deserve. If it weren’t for him


    dragging her into the plight, she could still be the same happy police officer in Horrington.


    He earnestly hoped that Amber would not be harmed. Despite the fact that Gabriel, Drake, and


    Zachary were undoubtedly viinous, they were not dishonorable reprobates.


    His head swirled with various thoughts. Finding his circumstance equally unwarranted and disastrous,


    he cursed spitefully in his mind.


    What do the conflicts between Gabriel, Felicia, and Master Yarrow have to do with me? What’s wrong


    with me getting involved in this mess? I could have enjoyed my life in Horrington if I didn’t end up in this


    ce. I could even peep at Jen showering every day!


    His pondering came to a halt as something suddenly registered in him.


    Could it be the mysterious Thread of Fate that Felicia had mentioned? Had it secretly pulled me here?


    Is my life supposed to end here then?


    Trapping in a dead-end after much contemtion, Jonathan found his gaze wandering to the alchemy


    furnace adorned with dragon carvings.


    He was curious to learn the kinds of pills that the alchemy furnace could refine.


    He was aware of the various made-up pill refinement techniques stated in countless fiction novels. Not


    only that, the practices were well-documented in ancient times as services for emperors. However,


    those refined pills were frauds that contained mercury, lead, and various poisonous ingredients.


    Emperors who consumed them passed away much faster as a result.


    Nevertheless, the Crimson Onyx Sect was a real sect with numerous masters who were experts in


    numerology, geomancy, as well as maic flux. There was no way they would refine fake pills. What


    types of pills are they refining? Jonathan struggled to arrive at an answer no matter how he cracked his


    head.


    Just then, a series of footsteps broke the silence.


    It was Zachary.


    What is he doing here? wondered Jonathan as he sat down in a corner.


    The giant steel door was hauled open and the moon’s silver gleam came pouring in.


    Covering in ck from head to toe, Zachary’s handsome face exuded an air of cold indifference.


    Infuriated by the coldness in his eyes, Jonathan red at the man who had pped him. Although


    Zachary was merely obeying Gabriel’s order, his strikes were nheless too heavy and ruthless.


    Jonathan would kill him in an instant if an opportunity came by, but circumstances didn’t allow for that


    to ur.


    Zachary dragged a chair nearby and sat down before Jonathan, looking down at him from high above.


    “Why are you here?” asked Jonathan.


    “I’d like to find out the differences between the Chosen Ones and the average men,” Zachary replied


    tly.


    Jonathan lifted a brow. “Have you found out then?”


    “Well, I am rather disappointed. You are exactly the same as ordinary folks when you are facing death,”


    answered Zachary coldly.


    Jonathan lowered his eyes with gged interest in response. “You may leave if you have nothing else


    to say.”


    “You despise me, don’t you?” Anger shed through Zachary’s eyes.


    “You may have a cold fa?ade, but I really have toment on your sensitivity. Why is it so? Because


    you’re a traitor, am I right? Youmitted treason against your own country, and yet you expected me


    to think highly of you?” Jonathan took a nce at him.


    Provoked, Zachary’s eyes red with rage. Without warning, he sent a powerful kick to Jonathan’s


    neck.


    As a consequence, Jonathan hit the ground with a heavy thud. Streaks of blood appeared on his face


    from the impact of the fall. Zachary stomped his foot on Jonathan’s neck and sneered frostily. “Bastard,


    how dare you mock me?”


    Jonathan coughed up a mouthful of blood. He clenched his fists and immediately loosened them,


    feeling utterly chagrinned. Hate flooded his senses, but the helpless despair was the thing that


    tormented and paralyzed him because he knew he could not turn the tables.


    Death did not terrify him, but hopelessness did.


    Zachary eventually drew back his leg, and Jonathan supported himself on both arms to resume his


    sitting position.


    “Aren’t you sharp-tongued? What’s the matter? Have you lost your tongue now?” Zachary smirked. “I


    thought you wanted to kill me? Are you feeling helpless now?”


    Jonathan took a deep breath and shut his eyes.