Chapter 2670: Touch
Chapter 2670: Touch
The great change occurred when I reached the mile of the statue; now, the suppression did not just affect the level but every part of my body.
I now finally understood why the Grimm is needling a few minutes to take a simple step. It was just level, it could still walk, but now it had remained frozen on its spot and needed an immense amount of willpower just to take a step.
My strength had been suppressed to the level lord, and I am just a few hundred meters away from the Yda the Antman.
Despite the suppression, I am approaching it and am confident that I will be able to reach it within an hour. Which is quite considering how close it is to the gigantic statue; it will need about eight to nine steps to reach the foot of the statue where the stairs are.
Nero is still fighting, but that fight is good at finished; Nero is playing with it; from the beginning, it had never stood a chance.
Even Yda the Antman knew its friend stood no chance and hastened its steps, which made me push myself harder to catch up with it. I have to reach it before it reaches the status; I don't know what happens when it begins to climb up the stairs on the statue.
Another half an hour passed, and my strength had reached the Knight level. It was the weakest I had ever been in a long while; that feeling of this strength, I felt liberating.
It had caught me off guard, as I had thought; I felt a mixture of panic, helplessness, and fear, the emotions I was feeling when my levels were going down before descending to the Knight stage.
It is said the feeling of occasional weakness is liberating; I have never believed it, but now seeing the emotions I was feeling, it felt true. I felt my emotional strains untangle and felt peaceful from the inside, which gave me great joy.
I was quite shocked to realize I was feeling even happier than when I had killed the Snakeman and or even gotten that vidette; this joy had reached much deeper inside me.
I felt like I had taken a big leap emotionally; I didn't know what it would do or even think about its potential benefits to me as I usually do; I just simply accepted it.
A time after that, I found myself bearing the suppression better; my steps became quicker, and before I knew it, I had reached a hundred meters area of the Grimm Monster and walked toward it, already much slowly, taking only a couple of steps every minute.
It had taken another step before crazing its neck toward me slowly; it did not say anything, just looked at me with an emotionless eye.
I did not say anything either and had not put any artificial emotions on m face; I showed what I was feeling in my heart. Which seemed to have irked it as the great irritation flashed its eyes as it slowly moved its gaze back toward the statue and focused on the step ahead.
It had become evidently clear that this was the final place, and the statue had the thing that produced that powerful signal, and Grimm and I desired it.
Some more time passed, and I reached it. If it moved its hand, it could touch me, but it did not seem to be in the mood; it was even trying to get away from me, but under such great suppression, every movement requires great effort.
Despite its tries, it is me that is getting closer to it than it is getting away from me.
It had once again looked at me, and this time, instead of having no emotions in its eye, there was a deep question and confusion, and I understood what are they, without it even the need to say them out loud.
It is very simple, despite a clear difference in strength, how can I move faster than under such suppression.
In my opinion, there are two answers to these questions. First is my will; I like to think my will is stronger than this two hundred years old bastard; as I walk under the suppression of this statue, the strength is not enough.
Though most people will snort at my first answer, they will find my second answer much more reasonable.
The second answer is that I am special; I am not speaking in a self-important way; it is a reality brought down by rule-bending power. I have a core of it, and it had merged into my very being, from soul, body, energy, and a few others that one might count.
While this suppressive power is extremly powerful, even in front of it. I have been able to bend the rules in some way.
Step!
I took one more step toward it and now just step away from touching it with my hands. I just hope that it did not move because if that happens, it will be quite bad, considering it had moved its leg toward me, and it is clear that it planned to crush me with its let.
I was just thinking that when I saw it moving its feet while grinding its stone teeth. Its leg is moving faster than I have seein in the past hour.
'Fuck!'
I cursed in my heart, seeing its chitin-covered foot moving above me before coming down while standing there defenseless.
Even my armor had disappeared, as I was not able to maintain it as I had descended into the lower middle of the Knight stage. Unlike me, the bastard still had its bloodline armor on; though not as radiant as I have seen in the photos, it is still covering its body.
I cursed in my mind seeing the food of the Grimm coming down me, but my legs did not move. Instead, I concentrated all my willpower on my right hand and moved it with my index finger pointing.
I could see the mirth appearing in the Grimm's eyes; it seemed like it was my last gesture against it. Which is kind of right, but also wrong.
It is a gesture, but also something more.
My hand reached up, and at the same time, its leg reached my hand, and now there were barely a few inches of distance between my antlike finger and its huge leg, which had shadowed like a tent over me.
I thought its leg out and touched my finger when I saw its leg stopping just inches away from my finger.
It instantly confused me, its not like I found it with my strings, and since it is gravity, it would take a much effort from it to bring down its leg at me, so why it did do that? I have no fucking idea, but I am not going to wait till it decides to crush me.
I once again gathered my willpower and strength and stretched my legs; it was hard, but I was able to do it. Slowly, my hand moved it and reached closer to its leg, which is covered in chitin-like bloodline armor.
My finger touched its leg; finally, there was no sound when it happened, but I felt its leg shaking, and to my surprise, I felt it moving up instead of coming down to crush me, but it was too late for the instinct of it to save it.
A thick drop of pink-green color energy came out of my finger and touched its leg, and the moment it touched it, it began to spread into its huge body like a wildfire.