In just two months, he had learned to copy the most basic modules, allowing him to imbue objects with God Script abilities.
That almost absurd rate of progress shook even someone as experienced and knowledgeable as Ging.
Yet Moyu, inside the room, saw nothing remarkable about it. If anything, he thought...
"It's still too slow."
Moyu leaned back in his chair and let out a long, weary breath.
He raised a hand to rub his eyes, blurring his view of the ceiling.
"Just copying the most basic God Script Module with a 'sealing effect' takes about forty minutes of preparation..."
He slowly lowered his hand, and his vision gradually cleared.
Moyu stared fixedly at the ceiling.
If God Script Modules were ranked by type, the one he had placed on his door would undoubtedly be the lowest rank, G.
Its strength was pitiful, and drawing it alone took forty minutes. He could hardly imagine what use something at this level could be.
This was the result of two months spent neglecting food and sleep.
And that was with the help of the Completion Rate Buff...
"Looks like my talent for God Script really is terrible."
Moyu slowly lowered his gaze from the ceiling and muttered, "Nothing for it. I'll just have to make up for my lack of talent with hard work."
With that, Moyu rallied himself, picked up his Nen-wreathed pen, and continued copying the God Script Modules he had requested from Ging the night before onto paper.
Copying existing God Script Modules was relatively easy.
Repeated copying practice could improve his proficiency in drawing God Script strokes, while also building experience for creating his own modules in the future.
There were no shortcuts down this road.
Outside the room.
Ging silently withdrew his right hand.
Not because of