I Really Am a Little Genius

Phase Kill paid no mind to the increasingly heated debate in the live chat.

His body was currently immobilized, and for the time being, he had no way to store anything away.

He immersed himself in the dark surroundings, concentrating on fending off the endless waves of Dark Gold phantom soldiers.

During this time, he also came to understand the purpose of the "Forging Momentum" training.

This space, personally constructed by the Ancient God, could be considered an emotional furnace. Its seventeen momentum pillars constantly generated Dark Gold phantom soldiers that rushed at him, each type corresponding to a different emotion.

Cowardice, restlessness, fear, fury, sloth, despair... Their power had no edge or blade, yet it could pierce the divine soul. The moment they touched him, they plucked at the strings of his emotions, amplifying the corresponding feeling in an attempt to break through his mental defenses.

The core of Forging Momentum training was to teach him to face his emotions and take control of them—to command emotion with his heart.

He had to counter each assault with its opposing emotion and forge a momentum of his own through the balance and collision of emotions.

The first to rush at him were several ghostlike phantom soldiers, their bodies wreathed in a pale gray mist.

The moment they touched him, Phase Kill's mind shook violently.

An image flashed through his mind: himself cornered, with a blade at his throat.

The tension and fear in his heart swelled until even his consciousness began to blur.

He gritted his teeth and steadied his mind, dredging up the resolve he'd summoned when facing desperate odds.

But the process was unimaginably difficult. The emotional soldiers magnified his fear while suppressing the courage he needed to face it. As time passed, he felt as if fear