NOVEL NEXT Chapter 34: Chapter 29: Training
well new chapter done, one thing I want to clarify is that this chapter was meant to be short but when I did the translation I realized that it became even shorter, moving on to other things the next chapter will be from Nora's perspective and the one who Greg's follows, those two chapters are designed to be long with all that said, enjoy the chapter
The view was completely strange, contradictory, but no less majestic. The warm sunlight of the morning sun fell alongside the salty sea breeze on a large lighthouse on the cliff on one side. On the other hand, the darkness of the night bathed the cold, barren lands of the desert, a solitary place accompanied only by the light of distant stars.
Everything seemed like something taken from a surrealist painting that you would see in some famous art museum, but it's not a painting, it's something more unsettling. What we see is reality being torn apart and rebuilt at the whim of a mere human.
"It's almost a success, and on the first try," I said, praising the view of my experiment. Using the principle of the portals of the gems and the tear used by the Lion of Nora, I could now observe both the place where I was and another, but I couldn't 'cross'.
"It's not what I was looking for, but this could serve as a form of remote observation, something like the mirror used by Ainz in Overlord," I told myself as I stopped supplying disordered power to the "spell."
"It will take a couple of days to have the first successful portal," I thought as I watched the desert fade away and reality return to its usual state.
"I still lack power," I said, ignoring the empty feelings swirling inside my "Nothing that a training montage won't solve," I thought, realizing it's time to train seriously after messing around with my power for so long.
The salty, cold wind blew over the floating figure in the turbulent sea. With a hand movement, a small piece of ice formed at the creature's feet. This small piece began to freeze the surrounding water in a frenzy that only stopped with a snap of the man's fingers.
Now a flat iceberg rose above the sea. The man, as if testing his limits, gave a large blow to the center, and this structure showed a large crack that almost destroyed it, but it was almost immediately repaired.
"So this is my total strength," said Adrian, now recognized as such, as his hand stopped bleeding, starting to heal slowly but still visible.
"Let's continue," he said as the iceberg was surrounded by a strangely ordered storm, almost artificial, a work made by the hands of something that is not God but not human either.
The air twisted under a supernatural will. The speeds were so high that they would cut as almost anything that dared to interrupt such a creature.
The previously white clouds, like pearls, now dark as shadows lurking in the sky, the lightning and thunder like drums announcing the end of the world. All of the above was created by this single being only to get rid of it with the same ease with which it was invoked.
Now the sea was calm, the clouds as they should be, the ice on the edges of the iceberg melting slowly, and the "human" was rolling on the floor in pain, holding his head and breathing heavily. For some reason, not only pain but also acceptance of something that only he would know was visible on his face.
"O-once more," he said, gasping for air, as he got up and resumed the supernatural madness on the environment. If someone were to observe him, they would realize that each time he created the storm, it became easier for him, and he got tired less, all at an increasingly fast pace, too disturbing to think about for any human. But this being is not just any human.