Chapter 5:
Oops, we're immortal
Ben quickly got back to normal while the others went back to their business. He walked toward Elara, and while moving, he took off his jacket and tossed it over her face.
“Put this on. Your old clothes aren’t doing much anymore.”
Elara glanced at her outfit—and when she realized half her body was exposed due to the tears, she blushed hard and quickly slipped on Ben’s jacket.
“Thanks… But after what you just saw, my level’s gotta be sky-high now, right?”
“If I were scoring you as a punching bag, you'd get full marks,” Ben replied casually. “But as a fighter? I doubt your level’s anywhere near useful yet…”
“You know you were supposed to figure that out before throwing me at a gorilla, right?”
Ben gave a small chuckle as he stood up and began walking back toward the main tent.
“Quit the whining. Get inside—I still need to know what the hell just happened back there.”
“Ooh, that thing…” Elara muttered as she got up and quietly followed Ben.
Inside the tent, there was a large table placed in the center, and on its right side, a wall-mounted mirror. Useless papers were scattered all over the floor.
Behind the main table stood a huge chest—one that only Ben could open.
Elara and Ben stepped inside…
Ben walked behind the table, opened the chest, pulled out a red hoodie just the right size for Elara, and handed it to her.
“Here, take this and put it on. I’ll be waiting outside till you’re done,” he said as he left the tent.
Elara grabbed the hoodie and stood in front of the mirror to change.
As she took off the jacket Ben had given her, her eyes caught something in the mirror—a purple eye… and a blue one?
That’s not normal…
She quickly got dressed and called out for Ben.
When Ben came back, he glanced at Elara and teased her with a smirk:
“Never thought a hoodie would suit you this much, little girl,” he said, laughing out loud.
“Don’t laugh, you idiot! With all those measures, i almost got killed!”
Ben lowered his voice and quickly sat on the table.
“Alright, let’s hear it—what’s going on? Why are you still so lively after getting beat up like hell by a 300-kilo monster?”
Elara sighed.
“I just seem lively. Honestly, that pain was something else. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
Ben smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, but I don’t care about all that. Tell me the real deal—what are your powers, and why the hell are you still alive??”
Elara gave a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Alright, alright… I’ll tell you. You could say I’m kind of immortal...” she scratched her head. “It’s not like I just don’t die—it’s more like… I can feel pain, but nothing can really tear me apart or destroy me completely…”
Ben’s eyes widened.
“Holy crap, what kind of creature are you?! I’ve never seen anything like you!”
Elara looked a little smug.
“Well, that’s not all.” She got serious. “I come from a family where each person gains a unique ability based on the color of their right eye.”
Ben laid down on the table. “Alright, now I’m interested. Tell me more.”
Elara’s face twisted as if she’d just stepped on a pile of poop.
“So… my two brothers and I each have different powers. Mine was mind reading. But ever since I came to this world, it hasn’t worked the same.” She glanced at the mirror. “And just now, I noticed… my left eye’s changed color too. I have no idea if it has any powers or if it’s just for decoration...”
Ben was casually munching on popcorn on the table.
“Wait—hold up! Popcorn exists in this world?!”
Ben sat up and stood in front of Elara.
“Now that you’ve explained it, I understand your powers better, kiddo.” He turned back toward the table.
“You could really become the world’s best punching bag!”
Elara screamed at him in outrage,
“Shut your mouth, you brainless twit!”
Ben started walking toward the exit of the tent. Just as he reached it, he turned to Elara.
"Alright, little lady. Time to get some training done!"
Elara’s face went blank.
"God knows what kind of training it’s gonna be this time..."
Ben burst out laughing.
"Don’t worry, kiddo. As long as you’re with me—"
Elara cut him off.
"Shut up, you perv! You said the same thing last time!"
Ben laughed even louder than before.
"Hey, that was supposed to happen! I just miscalculated the intensity a little…"
Elara let out a sigh and started walking toward him.
"Whatever you say… I doubt I have any choice anyway."
Ben smacked her back lightly, pushing her forward.
"Atta girl, let’s go—it’s training time!"
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