Lord of The Mysterious World

Jon kept striking at the Yeti, but the beast suddenly rammed into him with immense force. Jon was thrown 20 feet away, crashing hard against a rock. A sharp pain shot through his back, making it feel as if his ribs had shattered.

In the darkness, the Yeti's massive silhouette was now clearly visible, its heavy footsteps crunching through the snow. Jon, despite his pain, quickly realized that the beast was now moving toward Victor.

Jon tightened his grip on his sword, determined to stand up, but his vision started blurring. Slowly, his eyes began to close, and a dark thought crossed his mind- "I've lost."

As Jon's consciousness wavered, his mind drifted into old memories.

"Even when I was weak, I always fought against those stronger than me. I gave my all in every fight, yet I always tasted defeat. People mocked me, calling me foolish and worthless. No one ever said, 'You're brave for challenging someone stronger than you.' Until you become powerful, people will always make fun of you. But today... today, I will prove myself!"

Ignoring the searing pain in his ribs, Jon forced himself back onto his feet. His grip on the sword tightened, and with a fierce battle cry, he launched himself at the Yeti once again!

Jon's blade sliced deep into the Yeti's arm, leaving a gaping wound. The beast roared in fury and, before Jon could react, its massive jaws clamped down on his right hand. With a powerful jerk, Jon's arm was torn from his body!

Pain exploded through Jon's body, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb. Switching his sword to his left hand, he launched a ferocious counterattack. His strike was so powerful that the Yeti was knocked backward, losing its footing.

The ground beneath them gave way, and the beast tumbled 200 meters down the icy slope, vanishing into the abyss.

Jon stared at the bloody stump where his right arm once was. His vision blurred, his strength fading. He collapsed, his body sinking into the freezing snow as his eyes slowly closed.

Victor, having bandaged his wounds, rushed toward Jon. "Jon! Jon, stay with me!" His voice cracked with desperation.

Tears welled in Victor's eyes. Guilt clawed at his heart-he blamed himself for Jon's condition. Frantically, he placed some medicinal pills into Jon's mouth, hoping to keep him alive.

Suddenly, from the darkness, a shadowy figure emerged.

Victor grabbed his sword, preparing to fight. But as the figure stepped into the moonlight, it was not a beast-it was a man.

Victor, sensing no hostility, quickly approached. "Please, help my friend!" he pleaded.

The man raised two fingers, and in an instant, a blinding light spread across the 100-meter radius, illuminating the night like daylight.

Miraculous Healing

The stranger knelt beside Jon, placing his hand on the severed arm. Mysterious chants echoed in the cold air, and an unbelievable sight unfolded-Jon's wound began to close, and a new arm started growing!

As Jon's consciousness returned, he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the bright light, he assumed it was morning. But then, he noticed Victor and the unknown man sitting across from him.

Jon's eyes widened in shock.

"Who... are you?" he asked.

Victor Hugo said, "His name is Dipendra, and he healed your hand."

Jon quickly stood up and bowed his head before Dipendra. Victor didn't know much about Dipendra, but when he saw Jon showing respect, he also lowered his head.

Dipendra smiled slightly and said, "Both of you, sit properly."

Both of them sat in front of Dipendra. Slowly, the light faded away, and darkness surrounded them. Then, suddenly, Dipendra used magic to ignite some wooden logs. The warmth of the fire in the freezing cold started to comfort them. All three of them sat around the fire.

Victor asked, "Who are you? I don't know much about you."

Dipendra gave a slight smile

Jon looked at Victor and said, "He is the Supreme of the Swordsmanship Branch in Shahpur City."

Victor, shocked, turned toward Dipendra. Dipendra nodded in agreement.

What happens next?

A gentle cold breeze flowed through the air as Jon, Victor, and Dipendra sat around the fire. The warmth flickered against their faces, casting shadows in the quiet night. For a while, no one spoke. Then, Dipendra finally broke the silence.

"What are you both doing here?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a calm authority.

Without hesitation, Jon explained their journey, detailing the shortcut they had planned to take and the risks they had faced along the way.

Dipendra listened carefully, then smiled slightly. "Your plan is well thought out," he said, "but your strength is still lacking. You have taken a great risk, yet your courage is commendable."

For the first time in their lives, Jon and Victor heard someone praise them. Their eyes lit up, and a small, genuine smile appeared on their faces.

Then, Dipendra's expression became serious. "Do your families know about your journey?"

A shadow of sadness fell over Victor's face. "We are both orphans," he replied quietly.

Dipendra didn't speak immediately, but his eyes softened with understanding. The night stretched on, and they continued talking, their voices blending with the soft whispers of the wind.

As dawn approached, the first rays of sunlight crept over the frozen mountains. Dipendra stood up.

"Before you leave, take these," he said, drawing out two magnificent swords. He handed one to each of them. Their blades gleamed in the morning light, their craftsmanship unlike anything Jon and Victor had seen before.

Then, Dipendra pulled out a small, glowing stone and handed it to Jon. "This is no ordinary stone. It will shine when danger is near," he explained.

Jon and Victor bowed deeply in gratitude. "Thank you, Master Dipendra."

Dipendra turned to leave but paused. "I wish you both a successful journey. If you ever return, come find me in Shahpur City."

Jon and Victor watched as Dipendra disappeared into the snowy horizon. The morning sun bathed the icy mountains in golden light, and with newfound determination, they stepped forward, venturing deeper into the unknown.