Mark ended up in a gray basement. A light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering. Beneath it was a faded table on which lay a ball. He emitted a warm glow, attracting, to touch him.

"Ha, here comes my test. Since I don't know my magic direction, I'll have to adjust."

"Although it may seem extremely tough all these tests. But if you look from the other side, everyone who got here did not lose anything. The first test was for selection, but the second one was for awakening.

"While it also threatens to be eliminated by death, in return it gives a chance to awaken my spark in a relatively safe environment, even if there is a failure, I will receive a hint on which direction to move in."

"What's the point of getting started"

Mark slowly approached the ball and put his hand on it.

In an instant, Mark was on the battlefield. There were bodies everywhere and death was walking on the battlefield. Wherever you look, the field was strewn with bodies. Many times they stained the battlefield with their blood.

"Looking at my spark is possible: darkness, poison, blood, spirit"

As Mark stood in the midst of the stench of bodies, his blood began to boil around him.

To his left, a hand rose from a pool of blood, grabbing onto the body as it climbed out.

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It was a copy of Mark. Only with the difference that he is from the blood. Dipping his hand into a pool of blood, he took out a burgundy double-edged sword from it. Pointing the sword at Mark, he stood up and then rushed at the original.

Seeing this with bulging eyes, he broke into a smile. Now he saw where he needed to go, and this alone pleased him.

Raising the first thing his hands could reach, he placed it intuitively forward.

This surprised him a lot. It was a big shield. He took a few steps back from the force of the blow. When the opponent removed the sword to bring it up for a new attack, Mark pushed the shield with all his might into the face of the enemy, knocking him down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he raised it as high as he could and crushed the opponent's head. From the outside, it looked like a red soap bubble had burst on impact.

Immediately after death, a small blood-red ball remained in the place where the body had previously been.

Darkness reached out and touched him. The ball from one touch entered Mark's hand.

At that moment, he felt his blood boil, and a layer of membrane appeared around his heart, which seemed to become a shield around his heart.

"It is a pity that I did not raise a sword. It would be fun if my first skill would be offensive instead of defensive. But even so, it's good. In real conditions, no one will give the original spark. Only if he's not ready to cut off a piece of his soul."

"But fortunately, there is plenty of this here, for all the worthy. So this place is overflowing with primordial magic."

"But if you remember this test is not up to the end of the test. It's more of a test of instinct and an attempt to dig out your talent. And during the passage of the test, the body itself is drawn to what the human heart desires. In my case, it seems to be protection.

After a couple of minutes, when the heat in the body was gone, Mark saw a door that appeared in the place where the bloody copy of Mark came from.

"Looks like my time has come. I wonder what the third test will show, because even I can only guess.