Chapter 13: Forming The Core.
Fucking scam.
My eyes snapped open. I was sitting in the middle of a massive training room, and I was pissed.
The room stretched far and was completely empty, aside from yours truly.
One corner held an impressive set of weapons. The other had sleek, high-tech machinery and automated training dummies.
Not that I could use any of it yet.
So here I was, sitting cross-legged in the centre of the hall... where someone in their infinite genius had placed a pond.
Yep. A small pond in the middle of a training facility.
And in the centre of that pond? A raised island meant for meditation.
That’s where I was now, pretending to find inner peace while resisting the urge to punch the water.
It has been two days since my "friendly" chat with Duke Astravore and I still haven’t managed to form my mana core.
Why the hell could all those other transmigrated MCs summon fireballs by Chapter one while I was here struggling just to unlock the basics?
Fucking Noah.