Chapter 601: I’m Tired

Chapter 599

Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!

Ray hammered his fist into the wall again and again.

He didn’t stop or falter.

The wall didn’t budge. It only rippled like a disturbed body of water as the Tribrid rained blow after blow upon it.

His teeth ground together in frustration as he continued pounding against it.

«You do know that this doesn’t help Felix in any way, right? With every second you waste doing this, we don’t even know if we’re getting any closer to his execution.»

"THEN WHAT WILL YOU HAVE ME DO?! Not only is Felix’s execution imminent, but I still don’t know how I can rescue Kai.

"Oh! Let’s not forget the fact that I’m threatened with the loss of more than half my attributes if I don’t kill Berg and Bryce within two months. How the hell am I supposed to do that from here?!"

«....»

Elyon remained silent for several minutes while Ray continued to rage.

"For goodness’ sake, can’t I just have some peace of mind in my life? The threat of the Aberrants is still on the horizon. They could attack at any moment out of spite.

"I don’t even know what the hell they’re doing. My friends will surely want to come back to the Celestial Realm, and knowing how smart Van is, he could figure out a way to access this plane.

"What the fuck do I do? Why do problems and issues follow me everywhere I go? Why can’t I just fucking breathe?!

"Whoever is in control of my life or story should pray I don’t get my claws on them. I’ll rip out their eyes and feed them to them. AAAAARGH!"

BAM!

He slammed his head against the wall, tears flowing freely down his face.

His shoulders rose and fell as he sobbed, his face still pressed against the wall.

Drip. Drip.

His tears fell to the ground beneath his feet as he continued sobbing.

His heart and head ached from everything he was going through.

Remaining in that position, he slowly slid to the ground with a thud, keeping his head against the wall as he cried.

He had finally broken.

Ray had been trying to remain strong all this while, but he couldn’t do it anymore.

He was exhausted.

So tired that not even Elyon’s words could reach him anymore. The Celestial could only resonate with what the boy was feeling.

Now he understood why Ray kept snapping at the First Ones.

It wasn’t out of spite or recklessness, but because the entire situation had become too much for him to handle.

Ray remained in that position for so many hours that it almost seemed as though he were dead or asleep.

He didn’t twitch or move a muscle, only occasionally breathing in and out.

’I’m tired, Mum.’ His thoughts became muddled as he gradually drifted into sleep.

.....

Several... uh... Ray had no idea whether hours, days, or weeks had passed.

But he knew that time had gone by.

And one day, he could be seen gripping his [Spear of Adaptability] and going through a series of moves.

A thrust, followed by a slash, with the spear morphing into a short sword that carved through the air.

He moved fluidly around the room, shirtless, his abs on full display, looking as though they had been carved out of marble.

His broad shoulders were as hard as rock, with sweat rolling down them.

He had been training for several hours.

Spinning the spear in the air, he ducked and pivoted on his heel before bringing the weapon from behind him to the front with a precise thrust.

Then he dragged it upward and jumped from side to side, his mind flashing with the image of an invisible opponent.

Elyon didn’t know who he was fighting, but he knew it was definitely someone Ray had strong feelings towards, judging by how furiously he was moving.

After several more hours, Ray sent the weapon into his inventory and quickly dropped down to do push-ups.

After going through about four thousand push-ups and four thousand sit-ups, his muscles burning from the exertion, he decided to go for a run through the space.

And so it began.

He ran and ran, the expansive white stretching as far as his eyes could see and his legs could carry him.

Yet, he kept running.

Sweat clung to his body as he continued moving.

’I wonder how much Celestial energy they have to create something like this.’

After running for what he could estimate was about four hours, he finally stopped, standing in one spot and breathing raggedly with his hands resting on his knees.

Sweat rolled down his frame and dripped onto the ground.

He reached out, summoned his [Infinite Spring], and greedily drank from it for several minutes.

Afterwards, he poured the water over his head, feeling the cool liquid run down his body.

No matter how much he poured, the bottle never emptied, even after he had drenched himself from head to toe.

The sweat and exhaustion seemed to wash away with the water.

His pants clung tightly to his body due to the wetness.

Sending the spring back into his Inventory, he changed into a clean, dry pair of pants.

Then he moved a short distance away from the puddle of water and sat with his back against the wall.

Next, he summoned his [Never Empty Ladle].

It was a brown ladle with a fairly wide opening, large enough to scoop up and hold about a cup of water.

However, inside its opening was a deliciously fragrant brown soup.

A few toppings floated here and there as Ray calmly brought the ladle towards his mouth and took a sip.

"Mhm. It really is delicious."

He drank and slurped the soup again and again. And just like his [Infinite Spring], it never ran out, continuously refilling itself after every sip.

While drinking, he moved his finger across the ground in a systematic manner.

His eyes were closed as he relished the soup in his hand, occasionally tapping the ground before dragging his finger from one spot to another in a seemingly deliberate pattern.

Yet, there was nothing on the ground that warranted such attention.

It was completely bare, just as white as everything else in the room.