Chapter 252: A mosquito?
After letting the old man rest, Damon once again teleported back to the same terrace and sat down cross-legged to examine himself thoroughly. He sat still on the cold terrace stone, the moonlight casting a pale glow over his form as the ocean murmured far below. He closed his eyes and sank inward, drawing his awareness into his body. The difference was immediate.
The first big noticeable change was that the pain that tormented him had significantly reduced. He had no idea what the old man did, but this alone was a great help. At least now he was able to think better.
Perhaps it was because of this, he was now also able to focus and use his mana and blood energy again to activate skills. To understand the changes further, he would have to log back into the game.
His body outside the game was still different from his body inside the game. Damon was not sure if it was a clone or some other sort of concept, but it was something he did not understand. For example, he couldn’t sense his mana core at all from here.
He would have panicked about this more, but this was the same situation before his injury, so he wanted to believe that nothing much had changed. Anyways, it was time to log back in and see how he was doing.
The lack of pain was encouraging by itself, but there was still a weakness, a lingering weight on his shoulders that was bothersome. It was as if he were underwater, and he could lose his ability to breathe at any given moment. He would only be able to completely understand his condition once he was inside the game.
Even if his condition had stabilized a little bit...
Damon was about to teleport when suddenly La Rocha’s voice rang out. "I did not mean you any harm when I gave you the soul cultivation technique. It is a superior technique, and there is a 30% chance that you would have succeeded. Since you are so exceptional, I believe you had a higher chance."
"Sure you didn’t and sure you didn’t see this as an opportunity to get out of your soul contract." Damon rolled his eyes at the item spirit’s half-hearted apology, but he did not care. He was not an idiot to mistake this bastard even for a moment. He knew who to trust and who not to trust.
Right now, he did not have time to entertain this guy, so he ignored him and activated his tattoo to log back into the game. He almost expected an error message, but thankfully, nothing like that popped up. He was able to log in without any issues.
Damon found himself in the same dark cave and a surprised Ghost staring back at him. "Dude, you could have told me and left?"
Damon smiled bitterly. "I got kicked out. I didn’t leave."