Chapter 502: Space Monster World
Jack felt like he was getting torn, folded, spun, and wrapped around himself in timespace. He was everywhere and nowhere, all the time and never, all at once. The wormhole leading to the Space Monster World was by far the roughest he’d experienced.
The pressure would have annihilated any C-Grade who tried to enter. Even weaker B-Grades would struggle. To Jack, Brock, and Starhair, while the sensation was uncomfortable, it wasn’t dangerous. Even in their injured and exhausted state.
The wormhole spat them out on a field of dry ground. They tumbled, grabbing a hold of themselves. Jack suppressed a groan as his heavily burnt skin rubbed against hard dirt. His focus was immediately whisked away to the fact that he couldn’t breathe. It took him some time to adjust. As he lay face-up on the ground, gazing at a crimson sky, he felt as if the weight of the entire world was placed on his chest.
“Is everyone okay?” he managed to say after a while.
“I’m fine,” Brock replied.
“I’m…fine as well,” Starhair said, sounding far less confident. Jack laboriously turned his head over. Starhair once wore pristine blue robes made of the finest silk. Now, that silk had melted against his skin, and whatever blue remained was marred by a river of blood which flowed from the top of his head. Half his hair was missing—or, actually, it was more accurate to say that his scalp had been removed in those places, revealing patches of bone underneath.
“Shit,” Jack said, rushing to stand. “That looks terrible.”
“I’m fine,” Starhair repeated through gritted teeth. He ripped whatever remained of his robes and wrapped it around his head like a turban. The gruesome sight was hidden, but his pain remained.
“That’s not fine, Starhair,” Jack said. “You’re seriously injured. We got to help you.”