Chapter 7 - Mana Field Projection (1/2)

So, Jeremy decided to gather mana particles for 30 more minutes until he almost reached his absolute limits.

Right about then, he would do the final struggle, which was trying to establish and maintain the whirlpool inside his upper dantian with only 90% or so of the required mana.

For other people, the time frame of 30 minutes might be considered a concise time frame. But for Jeremy right now, every second was comparable to hours.

He almost lost the concept of time since 4 hours ago. He could only barely figure out the time outside of his consciousness.

So, what if he had reached his limits, then couldn't perceive and figure out the time in the outside world anymore?

The answer was, he would become an absolute vegetable...

Thus, time was ticking and passing by very slowly, while being drenched in his own never-ending sweat and smelly odor, he persevered on, second by second, minute by minute...

Until 32 minutes later...

He stopped attracting the mana particles. And finally, he started to circulate and build up a whirlpool by using the purest mana energy particles collected within his upper dantian.

The technique he would be using this time round was a revised technique created the night before as a contingency plan in case he couldn't gather enough mana particles to form a whirlpool.

Thereby, the success rates ranged between 10 to 50 percent. As for the exact numbers, the lowest success rate of 10% would be when he could only gather around 85% of mana particles, while the highest success rate of 50% was when he could gather up to 99% of mana particles.

How many did he gather?

He had gathered around 93% of mana particles, which had a success rate of approximately 30%.

Nonetheless, it was still worth trying...

At most, he would be exhausted and slept half-dead for 2 or 3 days due to over-exerting himself.

If someone was inside his upper dantian, they would hear the sounds of *whiff* *whizz* *whoosh* nonstop.

Time was ticking second by second.

Until finally, Jeremy's body was shaking like he was having a seizure. He couldn't even control his body anymore. He felt like his body had disappeared, leaving only his mind alone, floating within the endless darkness.

He tried his hardest to give the final touch to the almost finished whirlpool.

And 5 minutes later...

After finishing an arduous task that took like an eternity for him, the result finally came out.

'..S..Succe..ss...'

An almost inaudible sound was coming from Jeremy's mouth.

*Flop*

It would be awe-inspiring if not for the fact that his forehead had already hit the bedsheet while he was still in the cross-legged sitting position.

That's right... He was unconscious in that position.

Anyone might be able to imagine that after waking up 2 days later, how Jeremy would be feeling.

The worst pains in older people...

They were stiff neck, back pain, and felt uncomfortable all over the body.

Poor Jeremy...

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7 days later...

*Drip* *Drip*

The sounds of sweat drop dripping down from Jeremy's perspired body hitting the already inundated bedsheet resounding out quietly inside the bedroom.

When suddenly...

*Fwoosh*

*Flutter* *Flutter*