Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

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In the early morning light, Das arrived at the training grounds, his form resplendent in the specially designed training clothes that bore the mark of his journey. The one-eyed old man continued to enjoy his cigar, the tendrils of smoke curling around him as he remained deep in thought.

With the sun's first rays illuminating the training grounds, the old man ceased his pacing and finally turned his attention to Das. He spoke, his voice unwavering and resolute, even as he continued to gaze straight ahead.

Das, today is your last day of training. The structure before you is your capability test. I personally laid this wheel formation for you."

"This wheel formation has six layers of protection," his words carrying the weight of a final challenge. "To reach the centre, you will need to clear several challenges, each more formidable than the last. You have half an hour to complete the entire maze."

The old man's unwavering gaze remained focused on the training grounds, his cigar burning steadily between his fingers. "By the time you emerge from the centre," he continued, "your final challenge will be waiting for you."

Without hesitation, Das strode forward with purpose, his gaze locked onto a formidable statue with a protruding stomach. With a swift and determined motion, he reached for an iron mace, its stout head gleaming with latent power.

The mace was heavy, its weight a formidable challenge in itself. Das could barely carry it beyond his waist, but he had a singular goal in mind. Gripping the mace with unwavering determination, he began to pound it with all his might upon the statue's solid stomach.

The impact produced a thunderous and jarring sound, each strike echoing through the training grounds like a battle cry. The force of his blows was palpable, as if he sought to channel his entire being into the mace's weight. His muscles strained, and sweat poured from his brow, but he pressed on, unyielding.

The statue, once a symbol of impervious strength, began to crumble under the relentless assault. Chips of rock flew in all directions, and dust filled the air with each earth-shattering impact. The mace pounded into the statue's belly with a rhythmic cadence, a relentless assault that knew no compromise.

Two minutes felt like an eternity in that fierce battle. And then, with a final, resounding strike, the statue succumbed to the might of Das's determination. It shattered into a cloud of dust and fragments. A pathway opened leading to the first layer of the wheel formation behind that broken statue. Das throw the mace aside and began walking inside.

As Das entered the daunting wheel formation, the layers of challenges stretched out before him like chapters in a grand narrative, each one a testament to his mastery of different weapons. The maze was a winding odyssey, a test not just of his physical prowess but of his intellect and adaptability.

In the first layer, he confronted eerie statues, sentinels guarding the path forward. With unwavering determination, he picked up a bow and notched an arrow, drawing the string taut. His aim was impeccable, and the arrows flew with remarkable precision, shattering the statues into clouds of dust. He moved forward by using a swift motion, beating the clock.

Layer two held a student of the old man, wielding a spear with poised confidence. Their battle was a dance of strikes and parries, and Das's agility and precision were evident. He disarmed his opponent with a swift manoeuvre, advancing further and staying well within his time target. After moving through several traps he reached the third layer.

The third layer presented a new challenge—mechanical birds descending like a metallic tempest. Armed with handguns, Das showcased his impeccable marksmanship. Each shot hit its mark with unerring accuracy, and the birds fell in a dazzling shower of sparks. His swift progress was a testament to his skill and efficiency, and he maintained his focus on completing the maze.@@novelbin@@

As Das moved forward he encounter a block in that maze like structure. After a brief calculation of his steps Das retreated back and found the hidden door among the concrete slabs.

In the fourth layer, the old man student is waiting for him, with a dual swords. Without hesitation Das picked up his swords prepared for his arrival. With a battle cry Das lunged forward.

Das's movements were swift and calculated, his swordsmanship undeniable. It was a choreographed dance of steel. The opponent tried to stall the time by defending from Das strikes. But Das moved his foot work of the snow python to force him against the wall and he emerged victorious, ensuring he stayed well ahead of the clock.

The fifth layer is a time blocker for him as he need to dismantle the rock statues with one blunt saber. Layer five was a test of raw strength. Armed with a sabre, Das shattered a colossal rock statue. Each strike reverberated through the training grounds, and his relentless assault crumbled the statue to dust. He knew that time was of the essence, and he pressed on, maintaining his pace.

In the sixth and final layer, a close-quarters dagger duel awaited. Das faced the best student of the old man in a whirlwind of blows and strategy. With cunning maneuver and swift strikes, he gained the upper hand. It four minutes for Das to land a strike on that African guy who is wielding twin daggers against Das single blunt blade. With agility and tactic, Das defeated his formidable opponent.

Throughout his journey through the wheel formation, moments of temporary blockade arose, but Das's heightened senses and sharp intellect guided him through.

Emerging from the final layer, victorious and exhilarated, Das had not only proven his mastery of weaponry but had done so with remarkable speed. He had completed the maze in an astounding twenty-two minutes, well ahead of the thirty-minute target.

The old man, with a satisfied nod and a smouldering cigar, watched with pride. But the thing is not over yet. The old man held a black colour box beside him, hiding one of the deadliest thing in the world.

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