The Universe Is Innately Just 152 Aftermath Part Three

A pained grunt escaped his lips as the towering wall of information nearly made his brain explode. "Too difficult…", he grunted while catching his head. It was only after a few breaths that he managed to make the wall of information disappear. He sighed again as he felt that this sensation was the worst feeling possible. Having a grand technique at disposition, but not even being able to read it, it made him feel depressed in an instant. With his head dropped low, he saw the specks of dust travel through the air as they went toward the broken tiles. Those specks were infinitely small, but as they added little by little, the tiles grew bigger in second as it began filling the empty void in the fighting arena.

Fell trembled successively as he felt like lightning struck through his mind. He stood on the same spot with leg seemingly rooted to the ground under him, his sight fully locked on the regenerating tile. "If I can't comprehend everything… Then I should be capable of understanding a microscopic amount of that technique!", he thought as he slapped his tight as a string of laughter escaped his throat. "I'm confident in my own comprehension skills; the problem isn't about understanding the technique lied in its deconstruction.", as he knew he found a way to achieve his means, he fell in deep thoughts.

After a few minutes of constant brain work, it came to him with striking simplicity. If the wall of information appeared whenever he would think about the skeleton boss's technique, then shouldn't he try to visualize a specific part of the skeleton movements. With that idea in his head came dozens of head aches as he tried to apply it. The mountain monitored his actions as he saw him go through waves of head aches one after the other. It had seen scenes similar to this one before. However, as the reward from the trial by fire differed, depending on the boss the partic.i.p.ant fought, learning the technique never happened through the same process; some simply stopped trying and waited till their cultivation grew to a point where they could face the gigantic wall of information. But the youth in front of the spirit was different, and although the head aches left him to s.h.i.+ver to the point where he couldn't even stand on his feet, he would continue after a few seconds of rest.

"Oh-Oh-Oh! What an insane behavior. I can't put my mind if he a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic enjoying the head aches, or a fearless tiger who isn't afraid of a mind and body breakdown.", the AI that monitored the tutorial's second phase thought as it hesitated on stopping the youth. If he broke his mind in his attempt at eating a pie that was too big for his size, then it would become a huge loss to the corporation behind Battle League. As it had been created with the sole purpose of taking care of the player, it hesitated on intervening but, in the end, decided to leave him fumble through his own path.

The interest the mountain AI had over Fell grew over the day, and now it had grown to a point where it didn't want to interact too much with him. In fears that she might stop him from doing something beneficial, that was a risky train of thought as fearless youth tended to ignore potential backlashes in the middle of their crazed training. But in the end, she couldn't overly interact with his path as it could stop his astounding progress. With that conclusion as a maxim, it watched from the sides as Fell went through dozens of waves of headache.

After what seemed like thirty minutes of tests and trials, progress became apparent as the rate and lengths of his head aches diminished. The reason was simple, Fell's visualization of the skeleton boss was sharper and sharper. His deconstruction of the spatial slashes grew more and more precise under his constant practice, and his endurance toward the wall of information grew after seeing him more than hundreds of times in dozens of minutes.

He laid on the ground with a puddle of sweat under him that had been dripping from his body during the whole session. A smile formed on his face with difficulty as he felt that the wall of information had been reduced to a degree where he could soon gaze at it without feeling the ma.s.sive head ache. His body shook constantly, and he got up again with difficulty as he breathed in and out to clear the image from his mind. With the constant trials, he had come to the conclusion that the only thing he could try to visualize where the slight fluctuation that came with the skeleton boss's slash. All this time, he had been doing his utmost in visualizing it alone, but that had shown to be a much more difficult task than he thought. If even a single frame from the rest of the spatial slash appeared in his mind, the wall of information would appear and would a.s.sault his mind in a split second.

He needed both a chilling mental clarity, and a tremendous focus as a slight mistake would make the wall of information grow to a point where he couldn't benefit from the experience. "Remember the fluctuation in s.p.a.ce… How your surroundings s.h.i.+vered like a soft tissue before expending in an instant…", his eyes were closed, and the only thing that appeared in his vision was the invisible vortex that would appear to transfer the skeleton boss's slashes through s.p.a.ces. Thankfully during the fight, he had grown accustomed to them as he needed to evade them with utmost precision, and that made his current actions progress at a faster rate than if it was for another part of the technique.

After a few minutes without headaches pa.s.sed, his efforts were finally rewarded as a wall of information appeared in his mind. Its contents were related to the fluctuations that appeared when movements were made through s.p.a.ce.