"Three hours!"
In his daze, Ian seemed to realize something, and he turned his gaze toward the rankings to one side.
The annual rankings had changed.
The name in last place had been replaced by...
"Isaac?"
Ian froze for a moment. That made sense, he supposed. He was using Isaac's slot.
Still, this seemed like a good thing.
At least Ian did not want his own name hanging up there.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Ian immersed himself in it again. He would forget about everything else and enjoy improving first. Other matters could wait until he got out.
In the blink of an eye.
Another half hour passed.
Ian felt that he had reached his limit.
Was it time to end this?
Ian's gaze was hazy now. Whether it was his Imprint Body Tempering Method or his mental power, he felt that both had reached their limits.
For the former, his understanding of the third level's core runes was insufficient. For the latter, his body simply could not take any more.
With that thought.
Ian prepared to end this experience.
But the next instant, Ian felt his Mental Power Space tremble. At the same time, faint rune marks spread throughout it.
The immense pressure seemed to ease a little again.
What was this?
Ian stared, stunned. These were the various runes from the many wizardry spells he had learned in the past. There were even runes from cantrips.
It was not that cantrips had no runes, only that theirs were too minute, like tiny scratches. But now, even those had appeared.
The appearance of these runes seemed to give the raging mana somewhere to go again.
Ian felt that although his mental power had not increased this time, his Mental Power Space was becoming more stable, and its