🐡 Underwater Pressure

As soon as his feet touched the bottom of the sea floor, Emil felt a rush of excitement run through him. He couldn't resist the urge to twirl around in the crystal clear water, enjoying its cool embrace on his naked skin.

He was completely free and unrestricted here, able to do whatever he wanted without fear or consequence. His complete resistance to physical damage made him feel invincible and powerful.

As he swam deeper into the ocean, Emil came across a group of giant octopuses. Their tentacles reached out for miles. He couldn't help but chuckle at their attempts to flee from him; they seemed so afraid of his presence, though he could hardly blame them.

But Emil wasn't here just to laugh at the creatures living in this underwater world. He had a mission: to challenge himself and improve his physical resistance even further.

As he continued deeper into the ocean floor, Emil encountered other creatures: sharks, stingrays, even a giant squid. But none of them were brave to stick around, swimming away as if he was made of molten lava.

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As the sun began to set, casting an eerie glow on the ocean floor, Emil knew that it was time for some real dark magic. He closed his eyes and focused his energy, conjuring a golem from the surrounding rocks in the shape of a giant man.

As the real creatures fled from him, he had no choice but to create his own opponent for the training. A tight rope wrapped around the boy's waist, and the golem used all its might to tug on it with the force that could crack a mountain.

Emil grunted as the rope dug into his waist, just 9 or 10 inches away from slicing him completely in two halves. The boy let out a deep breath and leaned back, as if the immense pressure was a soothing massage to his wasp-like waist.

He reached down to brush his lower belly with his fingers, gliding over the smooth skin...

After a few minutes of relaxation, Emil straightened up and strained his abdomen slightly. With a snap, the rope broke apart like a weak thread and his belly regained its shape without the slightest bruise left on his skin.

He patted the golem on the head and sat on its broad shoulder, ordering it to bring him back to shore. Emil couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction at his mastery of dark magic. In its current state, Emil's body couldn't be damaged by a direct hit of a cannon ball, yet he knew he was still far from his full potential as a dark wizard.

As the golem was close the shore, the young mage released it from his control. The golem sank to the bottom of the ocean, its form dissolving back into the rocks from which it was made.

The mysterious and interesting story of Emil's journey into the Dark Arts was only just beginning... But for now, he was content to rest and recover from his intense workout with the golem.