Chapter 142

The time is too short

In the moment I was driving myself mercilessly.

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Exactly what position would I be in?

If I were to fail during this trial and return to Earth, approximately what rank would I be marked on the board ranking?

‘Hmm.’

It seemed like a topic worth considering.

Only by being able to objectively grasp my own combat power could I accurately determine what aspects need improvement in the future, right?

Whether in war or growth, knowing oneself must come first.

‘Actually…… more than that.’

I needed to think about something, anything.

My exhausted stamina was bringing on drowsiness, and drowsiness meant immediate failure.

If I wanted to endure, I had to keep thinking.

But if I just let my mind wander idly, it would make me even sleepier.

For instance, if I imagined red bean shaved ice or ice cream that could solve this heat right now?

My mind would grow dim just from imagining eating it.

That’s a straight path to passing out.

Rather than that, a cold, rational imagination like assessing myself was far more helpful.

‘First.’

Considering combat power alone, I was highly likely to be superior to low-ranking rankers.

I caught the Poisonous mist.

I caught a dragon.

I have two absurd, unidentified monsters serving me, alongside a God Slayer-class weapon.

[The Essence of Fire yawns as if bored.]

[The Essence of Water cherishes its words.]

These two, who communicate only through messages.

Although they are somewhat controllable.

For someone like me now, they were beings I couldn’t even dare to speculate about.