The Regressed NoBody

My vision slightly drained from witnessing the web of the interconnecting tapestry crackle like lightning as I gazed at them and moved through the paths; moving me in a constant path of a clear highway without any inconsistencies or overlap like before. I slowly exited the intricate stream and found myself back in the cavern.

Just as my feet gently touched the water’ body, the soil where my feet landed slightly shook and made small ripples to be sent all around the cavern as I took a few deep breaths.

The sapphire liquid water rippled with each tiny movement I made distorting my reflection and the ceiling above.

My mind felt eased at this moment, no longer obscured, I felt fatigue rising up within my body from my constant training without much less of taking a break for not more than a few minutes, but nonetheless I felt excitement more than the fatigue could overcome my mind or body.

Since I had come to realise my issue with the workability and my shortcomings and inability in utilising Leap I had learned to better my control and acquire a better insight into manipulating the pathways in a more adequate and efficient way.

It had been a few days since I started training here in the sanctuary, I couldn’t exactly tell just how much time had come to pass since I came here, due to me concentrating entirely on my training. But I was sure a few days had past since my arrival.

A wide grin pulled at the ends of my lips as I clenched my arm in excitement. I felt like I had gone back in time when I had first acquired Leap and had just started to learn and utilise the paths.

I had realised after utilising Leap several times in the last few days just what was it that I lacked after several failed and half-successful attempts. I was trying to secure my ability to sense and see the paths to outstretch all around me despite my inability to perfectly utilise those streams in the most efficient way possible. I wasn’t able to stretch my intent to all of the paths around me until I had come to correct that mistake. Even if I had come to sense and release my intent to them, and what I was doing wrong was that, I was always trying to connect myself with the entire interconnecting web all at once trying to feel them all around me and trying to borrow control and all the information from every path I could feel and see. Which in ultimatum, hindered my ability to manipulate the pathways more than I had realised

I had always tried to read and clear the intricate information released from them to take what I intended and needed from them while it released a clutter of information along my way in a constant stream.

I had never tried to work the ability out in such a way that it only gives me the information and access to a limited range, despite me already having done so a few times.

I had made my own understanding and ability to learn rigid and confined with what I understood and had learned. I had failed to learn even after experiencing the showcase of that sensation still after experiencing it before.

I struck upon this idea when I had utilised Leap in the inhabitant dungeon. If I remembered correctly, I had subconsciously released my intent towards the paths to extract the information I needed to reach Neil back then in a hurry.

But now I had come to understand it fully.

But after coming here and having my ability to reach out to the paths hampered to a limited radius, I had finally come to understand that it was me who was rigid in my ability and manipulation of the power to wield the space between me and the place I wanted to reach. To coordinate myself in a stream to reach it.

What I needed to understand was not the path itself, but the space which connected those two spots together to create that path for me to take.

At first I was only able to access the paths in a short radius of twenty meters around me, to look for the most immediate paths and routes to ride them when I ignited the skill with mana. But after my several attempts I was finally able to sense and feel the paths now to a much longer and further radius to my convenience and ability to ride them in a much more efficient way possible for me.

I could feel the paths now with my other senses now. Well, I held no capacity to smell, taste or hear the paths, but taking that into the equation I allowed my other senses to stretch out to the paths.

I was able to accept the torrent of information which it sent to me when accessing those immediate routes or the ones closest to me when I needed to step through those streams and Leap through the space between me and something.

To distinguish between the ones I needed to take and the ones I needed to discard without wasting a moment.

Slowly I released my grasp over Leap as the overlaying structure flickered out from my eyes into oblivion, as I slowly walked up to a boulder and sat myself down on it’s almost flat surface.

What I was doing before was effective, but not very efficient. But now my efficiency had gotten adequate to the point that I was now longer reliant on the effective, yet crude form of understanding and ability to use the pathways.

I, myself was hampering and hindering myself from fully using the wormholes woven in a form of tapestry to form this intricate web of power, connecting every point to every other in a form of highways and branches expanding and intervening from one another.

Lying flat on the boulder I rested my head over my arms and planted one leg on top as I kept my other foot submerged in the liquid below. My eyes peering above at the ceiling for a few moments, as they moved from now sapphire gem to another, which had aligned themselves in a way the starts in the night sky were hanged.

But my attention was not on the brightly lit ceiling, but rather, I was trying to give form to an idea for a technique which I had been trying to create and perfect in a long time.

It was something I had been working on since acquiring the regeneration passive stat.

But my stomach made a loud growl which lightly echoed in the cavern.

I patted my stomach which was growing hungrier as time passed. I had barely eaten anything properly since coming to this place. I thought as I straightened and opened the system inventory and withdrew a sandwich wrapped in a foil from it.

The best thing about the system inventory was that even if I stored potions or food in here, they don’t go bad or spoil despite how long they have been stored inside this dimensional space.

I could store anything inside the system inventory as long as it was an inanimate object or something dead. I had tried but I wasn’t able to store anything living inside this expansive storage space.

‘With all honesty, just how big was this thing?’ I thought with a slightly curios expression.

I was able to fill it with the treasure of an entire treasury with still a good amount of room to spare for storing other items and equipment.

I slowly unwrapped the foil over the sandwich and quickly took a bite out of it. The sweet-sour sauces wrapping the seasoned pieces of bacon made my taste buds to be stimulated as I took bite after bite and soon the entire sandwich disappeared from my hand.

After retrieving some water and taking big sips, I stored it back inside the inventory and stood up from the boulder.

Now then, I had eaten and was ready to continue on with my training.

I knew I had a limited amount of time in this place so I wanted to make the most out of my time here.

I was still far from clearing the trial, but if along the way I was able to correct my abilities and acquire more of them than that was something I was looking forward to.

And the environment inside this sanctuary had helped me with. For the heavy and pure amount of mana it held.

But my head turned to where the crystal tree was mounted on the farther end of the sanctuary. Despite Uito telling me to be careful of this place, I had thrashed this place up a bit during my time here. There were several small craters around me and some cracks and fissures running along the sanctuary walls up to the damped ceiling .

I sighed as I felt a sense of déjà vu wash over me. I guess I was really bad at keeping promises like that with others.

My eyes darted to where the crystal tree was and I found myself walking toward it. It was beautiful indeed. No that might be an understatement to it’s beautiful visuals.

Now only standing a few meters away from the tree I looked at it closely. I always had this weird feeling when looking at this ancient relic.

As it was attracting me toward itself. I reached out an arm and tentatively brought my fingers close to it’s trunk.

My finger touched against it’s smooth surface which was surprisingly cold and hard. But what I felt was something even more odd.

I reached out as Mind’s Eye flared into existence as the motes of mana began to burn all around me together with demonic energy. Filling the entirety of the cavern with their beautiful glow to my eyes alone.

The motes of yellow and blue were in abundance in here, with an adequate amount of green particle, and every few red. Keeping in touch with their element and source.

But my attention was still fixed on the body of the crystal tree.

My face was covered by a complicated frown. The mana inside this tree. I thought with my brows knitted tightly.

As my fingers moved up and down the crystal tree I found my eyes burying deep into the body of the tree. The mana stored inside it was almost withered, and disappearing like a well being dried. It looked hollow from the inside; like the inside of wood ravaged from a termite infestation.

The mana which was holding and keeping this relic in shape and giving it it’s form was slowly leaving it.

No...I thought as my eyes followed the middle of the tree and went to the vines which coiled around the wall and went up to the ceiling and rolling over the ground.

The mana which was stored inside it or what it produced was being released to sustain this place.

My eyes focused on the concentrated amounts of ambient mana available around me, as I touched a branch gently which released a dim glow as soon as my finger touched it.

The beautiful sapphire hued flowers around the branches lightly gleamed but their buds looking like dried cactus.

So this relic was the thing which held the mana in here and allowed it to become what it was now. So was the case for this healing liquid on the ground.

It had allowed my body heal from the fatigue as well as the injuries I sustained when training. It fastened the rate at which my body could heal and regenerate itself.

But my curiosity was growing more as I looked between the mana hovering in the air and the pure mana which was inside this tree.

But upon taking a closer look, I saw there was a crack on the smooth surface of it’s trunk. It was small about enough to be considered a wound.

I placed my hand over it and began to cycle the mana inside my body and directing it toward my arm and to my fingers. I guided the mana held inside the tree towards myself as I felt a kind of push and sizzling overcome.

But afterwards came a strong tingle which soothed my entire arm. I quickly pulled the mana inside my body released from the tree and began to channel it throughout myself.

I sat cross legged and began to cycle the pure mana inside my body for it to become mine, in slow intervals.

This mana...! I thought with slightly widen eyes when I was about to assimilate it with my own.

This mana was far more potent and rich than any I had ever felt or absorbed before. It was extremely pure, yet easy to assimilate with my own. But as I took the mana I also felt the weak pulses it released into the cavern and above.

I closed my eyes shut as I allowed more of the ambient mana to make it’s way into my body as I guided it throughout without leaving any spot or wasting any of it. But unfortunately, I was only able to pull ninety percent of it from the tree into my body, as the last ten percent was released into the atmosphere quicker than I could hold it in place and try to circulate it before I could purify it through my channels and physique.

As the distribution rate increased I allowed my mana to wrap around the purer mana like a shell to guide it and allow it to flow around my body without restriction, but channelling it took time to assimilate it with my own.

To reach it out and distribute it equally in my system.

After continuing this process of absorbing the mana, purging it and refining it, to expand my channels and their flow, I slowly began to make that pure mana my own. It slowly flowed through each part of my body, intermingling with my body through the veins and strengthening it. I felt the sour parts of my body beginning to loosen up as I felt my mana channels strengthening as the mana flowed through them like an unobstructed stream; soothing them.

I felt my muscles and limbs loosening up as my body brimmed with energy.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes as I looked upon the crystal tree.

I had take a quarter of the already exhausted and withering mana it held.

But I stopped there. The amount I had taken was sufficient enough for me. If I took anymore than I had than the tree might begin to collapse faster than it’s due time.

Despite not having much meaning to me, it did held a big meaning to the thalassalithions and Uito, this place.

I stood from the ground and slowly walked back to the centre of the sanctuary.

I took a deep breath and took a stance and began to perform a set of martial art movements.

My arms moved in fluid motion, allowing my strength to assimilate with the speed I was trying to generate in each strike produced which caused the air to shook and shockwaves to be left every time I performed one set of movement and then moved on to another.

The water splashed up as I performed technique after technique. My chest heaved for breath as I cycled the mana inside me and strengthened my entire body as my speed increased with each set of movements. My training went on for another fifteen minutes as I let loose and took deep breaths, resting my arms over my knees.

My chest heaved as I cleared the beads of sweat over my forehead.

Then I straightened and channelled the mana inside my body. I began flowing it towards my right arm, I felt a tingle and the mana began to reach my arm as I focused on its distribution to allow only the amount needed.

What I was trying to do was, I wanted to create a type of technique where I could enforce my arm with mana and store the mana in certain places of my arm’s fascicles and allow it to burst at certain points to allow my arm to move at an unimaginable speed to attack my opponent before they could realise what had come their way.

That would greatly increase the strength of my attacks as well as create speeds fast enough for the opponents to be caught of guard.

I focused on the bone, muscles and tendons first, then allowed the mana to reach my ligaments surroundings my arm. It took a few minutes to make sure that the mana had reached the right place and checking it’s distribution, but after I was sure that the mana had reached perfectly towards them, I moved toward the more complex part of the process. I felt my arm grow heavy, as the mana reached for the inner tissues of my tendons which supported my arm as well as the micro fibres, then slowly went to the fascicles within my arm and wrapped them in a layer of mana and creating small pockets of mana around them.

As the mana held its place in the certain spots I intended it to, I took a deep breath as beats of heavy sweat ran down my sides and without a moment to waste, I allowed that mana to burst as I fluidly moved my arm in for a sharp jab.

But the result I was looking for, I had achieved it after several tries.

The space in front of me vibrated and rippled as if it was hit by some heavy force, as the mana all around me fluctuated, as my arm blurred and hissed away in the air ruffling the space in front of me and making hard winds to rush forth, creating large shockwaves to be sent through the entirety of the sanctuary and making the water below me to distort and quake as I stood amidst the shaking ripples. I was barely able to take a proper glance as my arm moved at an unimaginable amount of speed before my eyes could take a proper look.

But just as my arm was about to relax and the mana relieved, an unimaginable amount of searing pain made it’s way toward me.

I grunted in a low voice as I fought back against the pain. A frown creased my face as I saw my arm bleeding from certain spots,—thin trails of crimson trickling down the pores of my arm as the skin looked swollen and ruptured from a few spots—I held on to my arm as I went to my knees, hissing in a weak voice as I bit my lips. The bone in my arm went numb as I couldn’t feel anything in it for the next few minutes which passed.

But even amidst the agony I felt, I grinned brightly through gritted teeth with a determined gleam in my eyes. “It might take a few more tries to master the technique fully, but it works for now, albeit leaving me in this state.”

But the pain lessened as the destroyed tendon’ tissues and muscles of my arm began to heal themselves a moment later. The reason I hadn’t fully tried to use this ability up until now was because the backlash and damage was too much for me to handle and each time I did try to utilise this technique I had created, my arm was left in a pitiful state which might leave me vulnerable in battle if utilised wrong.

But it might take a few more tires to perfect it. But I knew I could to it.

Before this technique might have left me extremely injured; causing internal bleeding and several ruptures within the muscle and vein network of my arm. Or worse case scenario, leave me crippled if I used it to often or wrong, because ultimately what I was doing was to flow and force the mana inside my body towards the inner most tissues of my arms and allowing that mana to burst inward to create a type of inward force which propelled my arm forward at an unimaginable speed and force to leave a strong enough strike.

While also taking into account to reinforce and strengthen the blood pumping veins and weaker vessels coiling around in my arm.

What I did was, I reinforced those weaker tissues and micro fibres which supported the arm, which are covered by a stronger layer with mana and allowed it to move in a smooth and fluid motion to steady it in place, but what if I flexed them to their outmost extreme limit with my mana causing them to tear at the final moment when I allowed the mana I had released to burst like tiny explosions inward to tear those such tiny micro fibres and fascicles.

But the thing which played the biggest factor in this entire equation was my ability to regenerate my body now. After acquiring the regeneration stat which allowed my body to automatically heal itself, the issue of lasting injuries or the fear of being crippled had vanished completed and I was able to fully utilise this technique to my heart’s content without any restrictions now thanks to my natural ability to heal.

The pain had indeed lessened since my first time trying it out a few days ago. But now it left me with a bearable amount of pain and numbness in my arm which lasted only a few minutes, and less injuries.

But the pain wasn’t the problem for me, I had already went through more than enough of it to get accustomed with it. The time it took to restore those tendons and ligaments as well as the fascicles and stitching them back to their original place didn’t take more than a few seconds but it was still an issue.

But like how the system message had mentioned a few days earlier, the passive stat was close to levelling up, and I could already feel my ability to heal naturally increasing with each passing day.

Any deep injury which might have taken a minute to heal before would heal in just a few seconds now. And it also depended on the amount of mana I dispatched to that injury.

But I acquired the idea for creating this technique from observing Han in the past utilising his near perfect martial arts and my ability to utilise the Crescent Moon Style.

I had to perfectly study the human body—taking into account how the muscle and vein structures and how each tendon worked within the body, or how several networks of muscles, tissues and fibres worked and effect the workability of the body along—in the past under Master’s and the quack head’s tutelage for me to better understand and learn the sword art, and even to get a better grasp of manipulating mana which I was able to do now, I had to study anatomy to no end in those days. So I was able to release a proper amount of mana to the tendons and ligament in my arm which they could withstand without problem of permanently tearing with creating the proper amount of force and speed I desired to give birth to this technique.

I guess wasting so much time learning anatomy did pay off, and I was grateful for it in more than many ways now.

If I hadn’t had that information prior then if by chance I ignorantly released an unsteady amount of mana towards my arm, it might even have gotten blown off from the quick release leaving me beyond crippled.

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After performing the technique a few more times—sequentially feeling a good amount of pain along the way, which left my arms numb, and left in tatters, but already healed—I decided to leave the sanctuary for the first time in days.

But the good news was that I was already close to perfecting the technique. I had gotten used to the pain to some degree and the rate of my regeneration had gotten faster now.

This subtle ‘phenomenon’ which had given me the ability to regenerate had been far advantageous to me in more ways than I could have though. And the rate of my regeneration had only been growing since.

But I pulled my mind back from those thoughts.

Well, how about I give a name to this technique? I thought with pondering eyes as I checked both my arms which had returned to their usual state after healing. There were a few scars which had been left over time as reminders of my deadly battles since regressing.

Well I wasn’t all that much into naming a technique or something, unlike Master.

If I took into account Master’s trashy naming sense and his humour. Despite his ability to figure out his opponents during battle just by exchanging a few blows with them, or reading their pattern of attack or how they instinctively reacted, his naming sense was almost trash and pathetic, to the point that even I pitied him for that.

Sequentially, he had named the movements of the crescent moon style with the first thing which had come to his mind without taking any moment of consideration.

And I found this out when he was drunk out of his mind in the past, when I had asked out of curiosity from where the sword art’s name originated from. I had a lot of admiration for the sword style since young, and as well as for Master, but you could say on that day when I found that out I was left disappointed to no end.

Well he must have thought it was a pain in the ass while doing so. I thought while releasing a sigh which had welled up.

Indeed! That was how Master has been since long I have known him.

But still what should I name it anyway?

I thought with knitted brows as I kept on thinking over and over again but nothing came to mind right now.

"I mean, something along the lines, like burst...uhh...burst or force, could sound really cool,” I placed my hand over my chin and began to contemplate for a good name.

I mean I wasn’t in a rush to name it. I could take my time and think of something good. And it was still a technique in it’s finishing phases.

I slowly reached out to the paths as I activated Leap. The interconnecting pathways appeared to my eyes as I reached out to the paths and without hesitation and took a step into the stream, feeling the space in between, not just the paths themselves .

Without any interference, I was pulled into the currents with a flash of black lightning left in the sanctuary, as I disappeared in to them.

I moved through them now without any kind of interference and took the path which I needed to pass through. The information being fed to me as I moved through one branch to another; moving in a sort of intervening highway.

I looked through the tethered paths, allowing the information to be fed to me as I checked for the most immediate routes around me which could trace a path for me to move through which could take me to the outside and I quickly found it and tapped into it as it pulled me toward itself.

With a flash of lightning which crackled around me, I appeared outside the cavern after spending several days there. The lightning gently coiled around me before disappearing from my eyes as the skill deactivated itself leaving a very slight drain over my mana.

I found myself standing on one of the thick branches of the several gargantuan trees covering the vicinity around me.

Everything looked the same as I had seen last when leaving the tribe to go to the sanctuary.

I heard light muffled gasps appearing from a few meters away from me as I looked at a handful of thalassalithion children looking at me with wide and half-fearful eyes, running away as if they had seen some ghost appear in front of them, as their faces looked pale and mouths agape.

Well seeing someone appear out of thin air would surprise almost anyone, I guess.

I nonchalantly smiled, as I saw the children running like I was going to follow and hunt them down like some wild mana beast. Or so I thought.

But in their pack, I saw a petit youngling running with slow and heavy steps as the others went ahead him with a faster pace than his, leaving the young to be left on his own to cover the greater distance made between them.

But misplacing his footing as he rushed farther, he fell face first into the ground landing on to the thick mud, which I found comical to some extent. The child steadied his body and groaned whilst rubbing his face and arm as tears dripped from his small round face.

I covered a slow stride in the direction of the thalassalithion child. He whipped his head back seemingly hearing me approach, and shrivelled back with a horrified pleading face as if to protect himself. My brows knitted momentarily as I looked down at the young as I reached out an arm.

His eyes shut closed as he shrieked back, his body shuddered like the ripples forming over the flat surface of a pond. His slight beastly voice which reminded me on a puppy’s wail resounded out as I made a helpless expression of defeat.

But instead, I helped the youngling to his feet and patted the mud of his body as I tentatively patted his head once. Just a few days ago I was trying to be wary of these beings and now I was already comfortable around them.

I guess Uito was to thank for that. Despite our differences—fundamental or biological—he still tried to understand me and my reason to come here. I guess despite originating from a species of mana beast, that old thalassalithion was more wisdomous than I ever was in understanding someone.

The child now looked at me with his round blue eyes with tears welling in them, laced with surprise and curiosity, but held back by fear which still made his body to quiver slightly.

He looked just like any other young kid to me now. His innocent eyes gleamed right into mine as I slowly shook all the mud from his body.

“It seems Jiwoo has finally decided to come out of the sanctuary,” from behind me I heard the familiar voice of the thalassalithion whom I had met a few days ago.

“And it also seems like you scared a young one from my tribe.” He held a playful smile over his old face as he walked closer to me.

I turned over my heel and met his eyes. “Could say I was never popular with kids anyway.” I jabbed with a playful smirk directed at him. In the distance I saw the ancient hut where Uito had taken me on my first visit here. Runda stood there leaning against a thick branch, still glaring daggers at me.

“Welcome back.” Uito said.

I gave him a single nod as Uito walked closer to the young child and lifted him in his arms and caressed the bruises, also gently wiping the tears welling in his eyes.

Then we both walked back to his hut, along the way we both started a steady conversation. He asked me about my time in the sanctuary, and the thing I was trying to do in there.

I honestly replied and with an expressive face, told him I had achieved what I wanted to in my time there. My time inside the sanctuary had been far more productive than I had previously thought.

The compressed and pure mana inside there also helped in the process of gathering the mana and refining it inside my body at after rates as well as the mana inside the relic there.

After considering it, I told Uito what I had done with the crystal tree inside the sanctuary; by taking a quarter of it’s mana.

His feet slowed down for a moment, I realised, as his brows slightly creased, but followed an understanding expression full of kindness while he didn’t say much back, except for, “that the relic was already running out of life and time, I knew that for a long while, so if it became use to Jiwoo somehow then it’s fine. It’s better to allow it to be used somehow than to allow it waste and wither without coming into anyone’s use. It’s purpose from the beginning was to be used as aid for my kind”.

A slight smile pulled at my face as I looked at the thalassalithion. He looked at me and we understood each other just by exchanging a few glances.

Afterwards he released the child from his arms, as I saw him rush in the distance, jumping into the embrace of his parents who stood a few meters away from where we were. Uito waved a hand their way with the most gentlest and caring smile over his features, as they bowed back respectfully; all three.

Soon we reached to the top high branch which leaded straight to the entrance of his hut. We stood outside just near the edge of it as I observed a pack of thalassalithion in the distance performing some peculiar set of movements.

At first I merely observed for the sake of finding some distraction for my mind to ease itself and relax, but soon became absorbed as to what they were doing. A much older thalassalithion had been barking out orders in his beastly voice which was carried all the way here. Mind’s Eye flared to life as I began observing the mana flow around them. There was nothing off-setting in the vicinity or in the atmospheric mana. Uito didn’t let my behaviour go unnoticed as he too looked at the thalassalithions in the distance and added.

“Are curios as to what they are doing?”

I nodded in acknowledgement, but kept my gaze focused on their movements. But one of them completely disappeared from my sight momentarily before reappearing again as I counted their quantity, or so I thought, but they were all present.

It was as if they just disappeared into nothingness for a moment, like the time when I had first met these sentient creatures. There ability to hide their mana signature and presence was phenomenal that even I was awestricken.

Again another pair disappeared from my vision as if they had blended themselves in the literal nature itself around them, to camouflage themselves to hide their mana signature and presence entirely. There was a very thin difference, but not much when comparing the mana their released, absorbed and sustained with the mana in the atmosphere.

As if they were trying to match..

I pondered with an understanding expression arched across my face as my brows knitted in surprise. Their smaller reserves of mana was quite advantageous to them in this sort of performance in the release and use of their mana in such cases. I thought.

Then another one disappeared and having crossed a good distance from his previous spot in which he stood before reappearing to my eyes.

I didn’t fell any push in the ambient mana or saw any, as if they allowed the mana to make way for them without disturbing that harmony. To blend.

But rather to coordinate themselves with it’s movements.

I kept observing their flow of mana as to how they released it and how they blended in and out to supposedly disappear from the naked eye or camouflage themselves with the surrounding ambient mana in the atmosphere.

“If you are curious how we utilise that technique, then I can show Jiwoo,” Uito added as I pulled my head away and deactivated Mind’s Eye after confirming my theory, and coming to a conclusion of my own in my head as to how that ability might work.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” I answered to him with a solemn face. I had gotten an idea of my own, and this technique was somehow similar to the foot work I had created after learning all the basics of the Crescent Moon Style. It was similar yet completely different in many ways.

I released a deep steady breath as I shifted my gaze from Uito and on to the system interface which hovered in front of me.

In the meantime we had been conversing on our way to the hut, the trial contents were slowly being generated.

It was now time I cleared the trial and moved on.

“I think I have an idea of what they are doing over there,” I said as if to make Uito realise that I did grasp some insight into that ability by observing. “But it seems like I have stayed my visit for longer than I expected.”

Uito made a complicate face after hearing me, as I continued looking at the him before shifting my gaze back at the window.

“It’s about time I went back to the main purpose of me coming here.”

I finished as my eyes read the contents of the trial written over the floating interface.

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【Dungeon Trial】

[Quest]: Hunt the Chief of the Cephtalurians

[Failure]: Instant Death / Failure to clear the trial or to reach the clear condition of the trial imminently will result in the Host's death

[Reward]: 〔X10〕Level Increase; 〔X10〕Additional All Stats Increase;〔X1000〕Points; ???; ???.

[???]: 〔???〕

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