Li Weide had discovered something else recently.
His Ancient Magic Power could actually grow on its own...
This was undoubtedly very good news. Of course, if he looked into it closely, it was also bad news.
The good news was that his potential had not yet been exhausted, and his strength would go far beyond this in the future!
The bad news was... that madman was the same as him, so... no matter how one looked at it, this had to count as catastrophically bad news.
If they grew normally, there was no way he could ever catch up to the other party...
However, what gave Li Weide the tiniest bit of comfort was that the speed at which his strength grew seemed to be related to his emotions.
That was very reasonable. After all, magic was inherently an extremely emotional power.
As for why this comforted Li Weide, it was because his power only grew faster when he did things that made him happy.
When he did things that made him feel irritated or unhappy, the growth in his power was not very obvious.
In other words, if Li Weide wanted to become stronger, he no longer needed to work hard through hardship. He just had to do whatever made him happy...
At first, Li Weide was pleasantly surprised by this.
But... after living happily for several days, he kept feeling that something was wrong.
It felt as if he was eating his last meal before execution...
Could it be that Mother World was giving him one last bit of end-of-life care within the scope of the rules?
Li Weide could not be blamed for developing such a pessimistic thought.
No matter who it was, if they encountered an opponent with the same strength as themselves, but that opponent