5 Percent Chance Of Dying

The pain that Raze had gone through before, the fact that when he had taken a few of the Cursed pills in a row, he wasn't sure if he would ever wake up again, was something he thought he would never go through again.

He had somewhat even set a hard rule for himself not to do so, yet here he was, having taken a third Qi pill in a short amount of time. Using up his mana the first time to send the other factions away.

Then using a Qi pill to bring the Crimson Crane to his aid, using another Qi pill once again after using all of the Dark Edge Sword Arts against Murkel. Now having used up his Qi, using his strongest forms of magic, he had no choice but to use it for a third time.

"You should know the definition of an idiot," Murkel said with a smile that curved heavily upward, almost just touching the corner of his eyes. "You are trying to do the same thing again and again, expecting a different result."