God of Trash

Chapter 98. Tsunami and a Pebble

Rhys was a pebble, and the mana he’d unleashed was a tsunami, looming over him. He could sense the wave of power rushing toward him, see it closing in with every passing second. It hadn’t hit yet, but it would, and he knew it would absolutely sweep him away.

He’d known this would unlock a vast wave of mana, but this exceeded all his expectations. Whether it was forging his core or forging his body, building up energy and structures inside his core to reach the next tier or using his most powerful techniques, the mana rushing toward him exceeded all of that. It was beyond his capacity to meaningfully vent. Even if he pushed it all out of his body, it wouldn’t be enough. He couldn’t push enough out fast enough to save his life. He needed something else. All of that, but also something else that would pull it out of him at the same time. Something he could dump it into, that would also yank it out of him. But what?

Time seemed to slow. He

Tomorrow. The sun was low in the sky. Although it felt as though no time had passed due to how focused he’d been, he’d spent a great deal of time dealing with the trash and the Impure Well. He hopped out of the hole and headed back home. There was still time left to burn before the banquet. Better to rest than burn himself out now needlessly. His mind made up, he made haste, not wanting to get caught up in any nonsense today.