I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette standing in front of me. It glowed faintly, its body radiating a soft, white light. No face. No features. Just a figure in emptiness.

[ Come closer, mortal, so I can see your deepest fear, one even you don't know.]

I hesitated but felt a strange pull, as if the light itself were dragging me forward. As I approached.

*What is my biggest fear?*

Not knowing who I am is problematic enough. Not having memories, wasn't that already terrifying? How could I fear something deeper, something I couldn't even remember?

The figure reached out and touched me. Its glowing hand was cold but not unpleasant. Then it stepped back, as if recoiling from something.

[ Well then, It was obvious. Your greatest fear is death.]

I froze. Death?

The figure tilted its head, glowing brighter. [ Your fear of death stems from your unyielding desire to live and survive. But that was expected. After all, stripping away your memories, taking almost everything from you, and a desire to know truth is a strong enough motivation to keep clinging to life, isn't it? ]

My chest tightened as its words sank in. *What is it talking about? Is this their plan? Was this the reason they took our memories?* To leave us stranded in confusion and desperation? To make sure we all shared the same fears and desires?

[ You're on the right track, Dune, ] the figure said, its voice creeping into my thoughts.

[ And now, you shall face your death.]

[ our goal was to find those humans who can stare into the abyss, endure the worst pain and torment imaginable, and emerge without fear of death. Only they will be worthy to dominate this world with their unbroken resolve and limitless power.]

[ Beat 3rd Trial in exchange of all your remaining memories]

[ you want to know what happened right? Then survive Dune. ]

My heart sank. The weight of its words crushed me. I wanted to run, to scream, but before I could protest, before I could even think, my vision went black.

I woke up, disoriented, looking around. The scene before me made no sense.

"What...?"

In front of me stretched a massive room with ceilings towering over thirty meters high. Two long tables stood at the center, lined with people laughing, eating, and drinking as though they hadn't a care in the world. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, wine, and perfume.

Next to me, a group of beautiful women danced gracefully, their laughter blending with the clinking of glasses and cheerful chatter. Some handed me platters of food, their movements fluid and mesmerizing.

"What is this?" I muttered, my voice barely audible over the noise.

One of the women smiled and perched herself in my lap, holding out a golden cup filled with wine. I glanced into the cup and froze.

My reflection stared back at me, a man in his forties with a thick beard and brown eyes.

*Who am I?*

The girl chuckled, her laughter soft and teasing. "What a stupid question," she said, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"Tell me," I urged her. My voice was sharp, but there was desperation in it.

She gave me a strange look, then shrugged. "What's wrong with you, It's your party. Did you forget? You're the son of the lord.

Great Axel. Relax, have a nice time."

*Axel? Not dune?* Before I could respond, she leaned in to kiss me, but I stood abruptly, nearly knocking her off my lap. The golden cup tumbled from her hands, spilling wine onto the polished floor.

"I don't understand," I muttered. "What's going on? Shouldn't I be fighting Death?"

The girl blinked at me, her brows furrowing in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, but I ignored her. I took a few steps away, trying to make sense of the chaos in my mind.

That's when it happened. The enormous gates at the far end of the room slammed open with a deafening crash. An army poured in, dozens of men armed with axes, swords, and other brutal weapons.

"What the hell… who are these people" I whispered as the sound of screaming filled the room. The invaders began slaughtering everyone in sight. Blood splattered the walls and the once-cheerful banquet turned into a massacre.

"Sir, this way!" shouted one of the warriors beside me. "We'll hold them off!"

He didn't get the chance. An axe buried itself in his skull before he could take a step.

I turned, panic seizing my chest. Before I could react, someone kicked me in the face. Pain exploded through my head, and I stumbled backward.

*Nebastep.*

I thought of the word instinctively. It was my power, my weapon, but nothing happened. I tried again. *Neba!* But still, nothing.

The attacker swung his sword, severing my arm. Pain shot through me like fire. I screamed, stumbling as blood poured from the wound. But it wasn't red, it was golden. Golden blood dripped onto the floor, pooling beneath me.

I didn't have time to process it. A second later, they were on me. The pain was unbearable as fists and boots rained down on my body. Everything blurred together: the shouting, the blows, the golden blood staining the stone. Then, nothing.

When I woke, I was tied to a chair in a dimly lit cell. My head throbbed, my body felt like it had been torn apart.

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The stench hit me first, sweat, and blood. A man with a single eye entered the room, his filthy clothes clinging to his gaunt frame. He pulled up a chair and sat across from me.

"I won't beat around the bush," he said, his voice gruff and cold. "Tell me where she is."

"What?" My voice cracked. "Who?"

He stood abruptly and kicked my chair, sending me crashing to the ground. Pain shot through my back, but before I could recover, he kicked me again, this time in the ribs.

"Stop playing games!" he snarled, kicking me again. Blood dripped from my mouth, pooling on the floor beneath me. Tears blurred my vision.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about!" I gasped.

"This is your last chance," he growled, crouching beside me. "Tell me where she is. She's the last one. If we don't find her, it'll be a big problem, for all of us."

I clenched my teeth, my mind racing. *What is he talking about? Who is 'she'?*

"I don't know!" I screamed, the words tumbling out in desperation.

The man stood and drew a knife. He leaned closer, his one good eye burning into mine. "If that's your answer, then this is where it ends for you Axel."

I panicked. "Wait!" I blurted. "I know where she is! Just… take me with you. I'll show you in the city." I decided to lie, desperate to save my life.

He paused, considering my words. But before he could respond, the door swung open. Another man entered the room, his armor splattered with blood.

"We found her," the newcomer said flatly.

The one-eyed man's gaze flicked back to me, his lips curling into a sneer.

"No wai—"

I didn't even finish the sentence before his blade plunged into my throat.

I gasped, golden blood pouring from the wound as I fell to the ground. Desperately, I freed my hand and clutched at my neck, trying to stop the flow.

"Ah… I don't want to die… not like this… not here…" I choked, the pain overwhelming me. My vision blurred, then went completely dark.

[ Death: 1 ]

I died. I died. I died. I was no longer in the cell.

I found myself kneeling in snow. My breath caught as the freezing air hit my face, sharp and bitter. The icy ground beneath my knees felt as though it were seeping into my bones.

I shivered violently, gasping as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

That's when I noticed the pain. A sharp ache spread across my back. I reached behind me, but my stiff, weak arms could barely move. *Ah… it's so painful*

Looking down at my hands, I froze. They were wrinkled and skeletal, trembling with the weakness of old age. My fingers were so thin they barely looked like they belonged to me.

Chains hung heavily from my wrists and ankles, their rusty iron biting into my flesh. Every small movement sent a fresh sting of pain. The cold of the metal burned against my skin.

*What is this?.. why am I chained?" I thought, panic rising in my chest. *I thought I died…*

Suddenly, distant voices echoed through the icy forest. "He's somewhere here. Chase him!"

The barking of dogs followed, growing louder with each second. A surge of fear shot through me, and without thinking, I stumbled to my feet.

*Run.*

It was all I could do. My frail legs trembled beneath me, barely supporting my weight, but i forced myself forward. The icy snow cut into my bare feet like shards of glass with every step.

The dogs' barking grew louder, closer. The sound of snapping branches and crunching snow behind me sent my heart into overdrive.

"Ah, fuck. Not again…". *I can't stop.*

The edge of a cliff loomed ahead, the frozen expanse of snow and jagged rocks stretching out far below. The dogs were nearly upon me now, their snarls tore through the air like thunder.

Before I could think, they were on me.

I stumbled, falling to my knees as another dog tore into my leg. Pain shot through me as its teeth sank into my flesh. I screamed, struggling to fight them off, but my hands were too weak.

Another dog clamped its jaws around my arm, shaking violently. I cried out, trying to push it away, but the chains on my wrists made it impossible. Golden blood poured from my wounds, spilling onto the snow. mixing with the pure white beneath me. The pain was unbearable.

"Ahhh! Get off me!" I screamed, thrashing weakly against them. The cold only amplified the agony as my body grew weaker with each bite. And then, they stopped.

The dogs backed away suddenly, their snarls silenced. Through the haze of pain, I saw a man dismounting from a horse. He approached slowly, his boots crunching in the snow. His face was shadowed by a hood, but his contempt was clear in his voice.

"This one is not needed anymore," he said coldly, crouching to inspect me. "You should've known better than to run away, old man."

I coughed weakly, golden blood dripping from my mouth onto the snow. I wanted to speak, to ask him *why*, but no words came out.

He spat on me, his face twisting in disgust.

"Pathetic," he muttered.

Then, without warning, he kicked me in the chest.

I gasped as my body tipped over the edge of the cliff.

I hit the ground with a sickening thud, the impact jolting through me. The world grew colder, darker, until there was nothing left.

[ Death: 2 ]

Two guards held me by my arms, their grip like iron. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind, and before me stood an elephant made entirely of metal. It gleamed in the dim light, its form unnaturally rigid.

*What the hell is this now?* My mind struggled to make sense of it. I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to know. I just wanted to breathe, to run, to escape whatever nightmare this had become.

But I couldn't. My legs were too weak, my body too battered. With whatever strength I could muster, I tried to pull away, to escape, but my body wouldn't respond.

One of the guards yanked on my long hair, yanking my head back. "You bitch, stop resisting. he spat, the words laced with venom as he kicked me in the ribs. My body jerked from the blow, pain radiating through me.

As I winced in pain, I glanced at the reflection of myself in the metal surface of the elephant. What I saw froze me.

My chest, my hands, and my face, none of it was familiar. I was a woman. My long white hair, frail and weak body.

Before I could make sense of it, the guards pushed me forward, shoving me toward the open belly of the metallic beast. Cold air rushed over me as I was thrust inside.

The chill hit me like a slap in the face, biting into my skin as I stumbled to my knees. The air felt like ice. I trembled violently, my teeth chattering.

"What is this place?" I cried out, panic rising in my chest. "Let me go! Damn it, do you hear me? I want to leave!" My voice cracked as I screamed, my breath fogging in the cold.

But there was no answer.

Then, in an instant, the temperature began to shift. At first, it was bearable, a slight warmth that brought relief.

But the heat grew, creeping up slowly until it became unbearable. I could feel the temperature rising, the metal walls pressing in on me like a furnace.

"No, no, no…" I gasped, my feet burning from the heat seeping through the floor. I tried to move, to escape, but the iron walls pressed closer, trapping me in the searing heat.

Red blood spilled from my hands as I slammed my fists against the walls. My feet were on fire, and I couldn't move. My body shook uncontrollably.

My skin was melting away. The unbearable pain consumed me, until I collapsed to the floor, unable to fight it any longer.

I left parts of my skin and flesh on the metal, the burning sensation numbing me as I crumbled. Tears fell down my cheeks, mixing with the blood that coated my hands.

I died.

I died again, and again, and again.

I died.

I died again.

Burned alive in the metallic elephant.

[ Death: 12 ]

Torn apart by wolves in forest.

[ Death: 23 ]

Drowned in a blackened sea rocks tied around my waist.

[ Death: 145 ]

Abandoned in the cell.. died from hunger.

[ Death: 345 ]

Crushed beneath a collapsing tower, the weight of stone grinding my bones into dust as I screamed into the void.

[ Death: 2,345 ]

Falling endlessly into a fire, my body breaking apart as flames consumed me over and over again. A never-ending cycle of torment, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

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[ Death: 24,560 ]

*I'm tired,* I thought. *Tired of this, tired of everything.*

They threw me to the ground, and I lay there, struggling to catch my breath. My face was pressed against the cold stone as I blinked up at the world, watching people walk by, oblivious to my suffering.

"Get up, you bastard," one of the guards snarled. His boot slammed into my ribs, pushing the air out of my lungs.

I groaned, the pain sharp and familiar. It wasn't anything new. Then I heard a cry, a scream that cut through the air.

I turned, my head barely lifting off the ground, and saw her. A little girl, no more than six or seven. She was dragged by others… They laughed, their hands pulling her by the arms, ignoring her cries.

Something inside me snapped. I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain. "Let her go!"

The guards turned, sneering at me.

"You think you're in a position to order us around, little rat?" one of them sneered.

I didn't care who was right and who was wrong. I didn't think. I moved before my mind could even catch up.

I lunged at them, my hands reaching for the girl. One of the kidnappers swung a fist toward me, but I dodged it, spinning away, then grabbing the girl's hand and yanking her from their grasp.

"Run!" I shouted at her. "Go, now!"

The girl hesitated for a second, then ran, her small feet kicking up dust as she bolted down the street. But as she disappeared into the crowd, I felt the weight of the situation settle in.

The men didn't take kindly to me intervening. They were on me in seconds, grabbing me by the hair, slamming me to the ground. The world spun as they kicked and punched, each blow landing with brutal precision.

I laughed.

I laughed hysterically, my chest rising and falling with each breath. The pain didn't matter anymore. The blood pouring from my wounds, the broken ribs, the bruises, all of it didn't matter.

One of the men pulled out a blade, the gleam of the steel catching the sun. He raised it high, ready to bring it down on me.

But I wasn't afraid. So what if i died then?

"Go ahead," I muttered, my eyes burning with madness. "You think death is scary? You think it's the worst thing that can happen to you don't you?"

The guard faltered for a moment, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. The others paused, unsure of what to make of my defiance.

I slowly stood up and grinned, blood dripping from my lips. "You want to kill me? Fine. Do it. But don't you think i'll go down without a fight… i.. i will take your eyes hand or something that's even more important to you… i will die but be sure i will leave scars on you that won't ever heal... You won't break me."

The world around me began to shimmer, the faces of the people,those who had tormented me, watched me die, or simply stood by, faded into nothingness. One by one, they vanished like smoke in the wind.

[ Trial 3 End ]

"I… I understand it now," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible. "I understand what this trial is about."

"I have no fear of death left in me," I said, my voice growing steadier. "But you gods…You should be afraid."

A flicker of defiance ignited in my chest, a flame that refused to be extinguished despite everything I had endured.

"My anger… all the torture I've been through… I…im glad.. im glad that i became stronger " My teeth clenched as tears welled in my eyes, the emotions boiling inside me too strong to suppress. "But I won't forget this."

I rose to my knees as I gazed into the emptiness where the gods watched.

"And I'll be coming for each one of you," I whispered, my voice trembling, filled with unrelenting resolve.