The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss-Chapter 226: I am Azraelith Aegis Oblivion

"I am Azraelith Aegis Oblivion... I am the demon king... daughter of Echidna Tiamat," I murmur as I drag the shackles attached to my body with extreme force. The dimension I am in is a complete black and white void that trembles completely when I move.

I have chains attached to my entire body, along with several golden spears that pierce various areas of my body. I continue to move, dragging these chains and making the entire empty dimension tremble completely, ignoring the pain.

These restraints will not hold me forever, and when I finally break free, I will make everyone who locked me here pay.

I murmur the most important things to me my name, my position, and the person I want to make proud. If I don’t murmur these three things, I feel like I’ll go insane due to the influence of the dimension on my mind.

This dimension is trying to kill me mentally to get rid of me, since they weren’t able to kill me outside this dimension.

But I don’t care about that. I’ll keep dragging these chains, and at some point, this entire prison will collapse. My power continues to grow to the point where this dimension won’t be able to hold me anymore.

My adaptation will eventually overcome this annoying prison. I can feel my body changing and my power increasing to adjust.

"I am Azraelith Aegis Oblivion... I am the demon king... daughter of Echidna Tiamat," I murmur again, repeating these three things every few seconds to keep myself focused.

Each of my steps makes the entire dimension tremble and crack in some areas. The shackles that once kept me immobile are no longer able to hold me, and these cursed chains are slowly breaking.

And when they finally break, I will kill those bitches who locked me here. With every step, I’m getting closer to freedom. I just fear that I’ve disappointed my mother, as it’s been so long since I’ve been trapped here.

I’m so afraid that she’s angry with me. I didn’t want to fail her. It was my mistake, but I know I shouldn’t have made that mistake. I just wanted to impress her.

I wonder what she thinks of this. Is she angry with me for failing so badly? As I ponder this, a truly horrible sound occurs as I drag the chains. It’s always unpleasant when the chains grind in this way.

They distract me, and the magic in them seems to mess with my mind, trying to prevent me from continuing. But I’m focused. I won’t simply give up after all this time.

I know who I am and what I need to do, and it’s impossible to distract my mind from my goal whether in the past, now, or in the future. I will always be focused on what I want to achieve.

The more broken these chains become, the more unpleasant and intense the effects are. But I don’t care about this obstacle in my path. I continue to advance, as there is no real direction. I just keep walking.

I know the chains are just trying to contain me with more force as they break. They can no longer hold me, so they’re trying their best to make me give up.

They cause me pain, affect my mind, and make an extremely unpleasant sound, as if my head would explode just from the sound frequency emitted.

However, as I drag the chains, they continue to break more and more. I think it took about 1,000 years to take the first step, but after that, it’s become easier, and now I can take 2 steps in 1 minute.

This naturally makes the chains worse, as the more I break them, the more they try to affect me negatively.

And the more steps I take, the closer this dimension is to collapsing. Thanks to my adaptation, I’m getting stronger every day, with my power increasing a little each day.

I move my head, looking forward, not feeling any discomfort from the spear that pierces my head from one side to the other, destroying my eye socket. It’s difficult for me to regenerate without removing it.

The spears themselves stopped causing me damage after a while, but since they’re stuck in me without being removed, my regeneration has no space. One of the first things I’ll do is remove these spears as soon as I can.

I just can’t remove them now because of the chains that bind me. The spears hit almost all my vital points and are lodged in place by magic, preventing my body from expelling them.

But I still remember my general appearance from millennia ago. I haven’t changed at all, so I still have blood-red eyes, extremely large breasts, being well-endowed with incredible curves.

I have a long, black tail and a golden angelic halo with silver tones. My tail is being restrained by many chains, along with 4 spears that pierce through it, making it impossible to move it correctly.

Due to the spear piercing my head, my angelic halo is broken, and there’s no space for it to regenerate, which prevents me from trying to at least store a little bit of magic in it.

My hair is long, with half of it being black as night and the other half being completely white. In the past, it was 100% black, but I stopped storing magic in my tail.

And I started storing magic in my hair, and the half of the hair that stores magic turned completely white as a result of the magic accumulation. I didn’t like the sensitivity of the tail, so I stopped using it to store magic and used it solely for combat.

And because of this and my adaptation, the tail I have has become less sensitive but stronger and more resistant, becoming more of an extra limb focused entirely on combat instead of support, as it was before.

Unfortunately, being extremely beautiful is not useful in combat. I still remember how I fell into this stupid trap and was sealed. A battle between me and several goddesses I had everything to win.

I was stronger than the enemy goddesses. My passives were active, making me stronger with every second, and I surpassed them in every way. But I was tricked by something so stupid that I still feel ashamed.

I’m sure that if my mother knows what happened, she’s ashamed of me. I was fooled by a simple imitation ability. Of course, I was fooled for less than a second, but that time is enough to do many things in a fight, especially one on our scale.

I don’t even know which goddess used that, but someone impersonated my mother in aura, voice, and general magic. But there were many imperfections, like the intonation, the frequency of the magic, the mana signature, the body proportions, the heartbeat, the slight muscle movements and contractions, the eye movement.

Yet, I was still fooled. And with that, I was first trapped in these chains, then pierced by the spears, and then attacked by thousands of different magics. But since I didn’t die, the solution was to seal me.

My body had such high regeneration and resistance that most things and magics proved ineffective. And of course, the magics I could still use were very powerful.

This made it impossible to kill me at the moment, as they were wounded and had little magic stored. All they could do was cause general damage to weaken me, but if they kept attacking, due to my ability as the representative of the sin of wrath, I would only get stronger.

So they had to think of something else to prevent this passive exponential increase in strength from being a problem. And the solution was to seal me.

I ended up being thrown into this seal that was actually made to trap my mother. Since this seal was made to trap my mother, it is extremely powerful. All its general senses are nullified.

Here, there is no smell beyond my own blood, no sound beyond my cries of pain and the collapsing of the chains. There is nothing to see in any direction, it’s just completely white or completely black.

There is no sense of touch beyond the chains and spears in my body. Basically, any basic sense only exists if it comes from me or the chains and spears.

In addition to the fact that this place and the chains affect magic, disabling various spells and abilities, affecting the mind, trying to erase memories and consciousness to turn the prisoner into a comatose vegetable. Killing the mind of the being, among many other annoying things done by this cursed place.

This is truly a perfect prison, and if my mother were trapped here, she would probably die over time, as unlike me, she doesn’t have adaptability.

But I bet the goddesses didn’t even imagine that I could still adapt to this situation, even if it took a very long time due to the complexity of the situation and the environment.

That’s why I always repeat the 3 most important things I have my name given by my mother, my title also granted by my mother, and my mother’s name.

These 3 things are all that keep my mind intact. I’ve let go of everything else, just to focus on what’s most important to me. I can’t die before giving my mother pride.

I need to redeem myself from this failure. She took so long to accept me as her daughter, and I made such a disappointing mistake, losing to something as stupid as a poorly made copy.

"I am Azraelith Aegis Oblivion... I am the demon king... daughter of Echidna Tiamat," I repeat my words again, wondering how things are out there. I hope everything is well for when I return.