Chapter 467: The Death Boat
Tomorrow… Huh?
Jack had spent eight years cultivating. He’d reached the E-Grade in a month, the D-Grade in three, then the C-Grade in a year and a half. Since then, the other six and a half years had spent inside the C-Grade. It had been a tremendous amount of time—but it didn’t feel that long. Things had been slower.
Three years in the Green Dragon Realm, one in the Black Hole World, one and a half at the Black Hole Church, and finally one spent running around the Milky Way… Over all that time, he’d gotten used to being a C-Grade. The Dao Tree in his soul world felt intimate, while its every fruit was a sight he’d seen a thousand times.
Breaking into the B-Grade tomorrow—or, at least, attempting it—felt like a dream.
Tomorrow…
Jack didn’t know how he reached his room that night. All he knew was that, when he awoke, he was on a hard military bed in a high-tech room in a massive starship in a galaxy far far away. A tinted window showcased the starry cosmos outside, while the room itself was illuminated by fluorescent wires running through the ceiling. Besides the bed itself, a bathroom occupied part of the space, outfitted with a shower and a toilet.
Jack shook his head to clear it, then pulled away the covers. He quickly got dressed—an action which involved a mere putting on his pants and boots. It felt weird to dress like a barbarian in a starship, but who were they to judge? This was his war attire!
Today is the day I’m breaking through.
It still felt like a dream. He walked out of his room regardless, finding Brock leaned against a wall. “Morning, bro,” said the brorilla. “Slept well?”