Chapter 41: Pressure.
"... what’s up with him?" Natalie motioned toward a withered, bleached Mark whose soul was slowly escaping from his mouth.
Lara, who had been dragging him all the way to the hangar, looked behind her and heaved a sigh.
"I’m unsure of the exact reason, but..." shaking her head, she added in a confused tone. "He was yelling something about an author being unfair toward him."
"... Oh, I get it now..." The Head General nodded. "Get on your feet, kid. Don’t tell me you plan on sulking after nagging me about wanting to go out."
Mark remained motionless and radiated depression. When he didn’t say anything for a while, Natalie clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"Listen, did you seriously believe you won’t face any restrictions just because your LRGS is custom-made for you?"
Her annoyed voice seemed to draw a reaction out of Mark.
"Even if your psychic potential is one of the highest in the multiverse, you’re still a recent Awakened. Those restrictions aren’t there to stall your progression; they are a representation of your natural limits. Only by getting stronger would you be able to surpass them."
The weathered corpse turned in her direction and stared for a couple of seconds only for a rather annoyed expression to take over his face.
"Hey now, what’s up with the face?" Natalie asked.
"Nothing. I just hate it when people tell me things I have already figured out." Mark sighed. "Where do you think I got the bad mood from?"