Yet despite that, Max did not panic.
True, he was shaken, but somewhere deep in his heart, he had expected this kind of development. In this life, nothing had ever gone smoothly for him. Even in this world, despite the power he possessed, every single day had become a challenge of its own, with people barging through his doors, trying to disturb his growth, his passion, and the goal he had decided to chase no matter what stood in his way.
But for the sake of one day grasping fate itself in his own palm, Max gathered himself and exhaled heavily.
His eyes grew even more focused than before as his Magic Soul began to vibrate. The almost-collapsed rune slowly started to heal, little by little, as Max increased the amount of mana being poured into it. The small wisp that was his Magic Soul began to take on a golden color, and the bright rune ignited as if it had been set ablaze, sending waves of indescribable pain through his soul and into every part of his body.
