Also, wouldn’t that be basically talking to myself?
Since I had made them with my imagination? Wouldn’t I just be talking to my imagination if I talked to the characters I made?
Rubbing my head, I rummaged through the backpack I had thankfully brought with me, eventually feeling a cold glass surface rub against my palms. Updates are released by NovєlFіre.net
Even if he was broke...surely he had to have healing devices with him, right?
Grasping the glass bottle, I slowly removed it from the backpack, revealing it to the light while silently praying.
The glass bottle was filled just under halfway with a dark-purple liquid, with no bubbles or any fizz.
Sure, it wasn’t high quality, but it’d get the job done.
Gritting my teeth, I uncapped the bottle and leaned forward, slowly hovering the bottle’s opening over the bottom of my two feet.
Then, the liquid poured out, about half of it missing and hitting the ground, while the other half made contact with my soles.
Instantly, as the purple liquid touched the revealed bone, an excruciating pain overwhelmed me, making me feel as if my body was being burned alive.
However, the skin layer under my bone immediatly began regenerationg at an extremely fast rate.
Within two seconds, my feet felt and looked good as new.
"Fuck, are there no pain killers!?"
Holding in a scream, I bit my tongue, using the metallic taste of blood to stop me from passing out, and wiggled my feet around.
Grasping the tree with my right hand, I pulled my body up, panting heavily, and took one last glance at the waterfall.
The elf prince is going to come here soon, right?
Should I leave anything for him?
Recalling the elf that had just tried to kill me with vine spears, I snorted and turned around, hopping back into the forest on my newly healed feet.
For things such as gaining power or survivability, I was willing to endure the butterfly effect.
My legs wobbling, on the brink of collapse, I walked through the darkness-filled forest, eventually finding myself back on the cherry-blossom plain.
Seeing a dozen people still lazily lying around on the grass, I sighed and approached one of them.
Not even bothering to ask what time it was, I glanced at the tablet beside him.
"...has it been a day, two, or even 3?"
Unfortunately, the screen only displayed the time, and without the owner’s permission, I couldn’t see more information.
Impatiently, I tapped the resting man’s shoulders until his eyes finally popped open and narrowed.
"Excuse me, I’ve lost my tablet, so I was wondering what the date was?"
Rubbing his head and grasping his tablet, the man irritably asked.
"You woke me up to ask the date, not even time!?"
Simply nodding my head, I expected the man to check the time...but instead he simply tapped his tablet a couple of times before handing it to me.
"It’s reset. Just take it, alright? Don’t wake up anyone else resting here."
Without even waiting for a response, the man simply dropped the tablet onto the grass before me and lay back down.
Taking the tablet, I glanced at the resting man as a gust of wind passed by, blowing back his black hair and revealing his onyx-black pupils.
Black Clover, the 360th-ranked hero in the world.
What is he...doing here?
More specifically, Black Clover, the marksman prodigy, was the hero who noticed the blank flag with his incredible eyesight and informed everyone.
Raising the tablet to my face, I simply waited as it scanned my face, and a moment later, a familiar screen appeared before me.
Student Picture: [Image]
School: Axis Academy First-Year
Class Rank: [1667/2000]
Weapon Type: Swordsman
Estimated Level Of Growth: D rank
Timer: Approximately [7:05:02]
...it’s still the same day!?
No time had passed while I had danced under the waterfall.
Glancing at the blank flag atop the fortress in the distance, I immediatly turned around and ran, stuffing the new tablet in my pocket.
The elves were still in the fortress, searching for the secret room.
As I sprinted back into the forest and toward the fortress’s looming figure, my brain raced in circles, trying to figure out what to do.
No, even with this art, I was still nowhere close.
Technically, the humans were only mad at the elves because they stole treasures from human territory.
They didn’t care much about the fact that the elves had entered the fortress.
After all, it was a sacred place for elves, so they would understand if a curious group of elves just wanted to look around.
So...I just had to stop them from stealing treasures.
Pausing, I stood still in the forest before taking out the tablet and throwing it to the side like a Frisbee.
Standing at the outskirts of the forest, I gazed at the massive stone-brick wall before me.
I knew where the secret place was hidden...but how was I going to break into this massive fortress?
The front gate is the only entrance...and I can’t just walk through there.
And...I can’t create a dance for this.
Sighing, I walked up to the wall and placed my legs in between the holes in the stone brick, beginning to rock climb up.
Learn magic and enjoy life to the fullest? Yeah, what was I thinking!?
Reaching my hand upward last time and pulling my dangling body upward, I threw myself over the railing of the watchtower and rolled on the hard stone-brick ground.
With cuts all over my finger, I sighed and gazed over the railing, seeing practically every area of the pyramid before me.
The bridge I had initially crossed, the jungle, the plains, and even a lake area I hadn’t visited, where children energetically swam around.
I was now standing on one of the four highest points within the pyramid: the right watchtower.