Later, the unlucky Akali punched him, which was even worse than before. Then came the hail.
Mirai felt that if the transmission had been delayed by even one second, he would have died right there.
However, the good news was that even in this state, Mirai had not passed out. Instead, he was savoring the condition of his body at that moment.
Weakness came with a hint of pain, pain came with a hint of itchiness, and itchiness came with the sensation of ants crawling over him. It felt sore, yet strangely refreshing.
"Huff... huff..."
Mirai was teleported to a narrow path with great difficulty. Without bothering to inspect his surroundings, he immediately exchanged for a magical pill with his life and swallowed it. Then he sprawled out on the path, panting heavily.
The narrow path was less than a meter wide. Beside it lay a rice field that would soon see a bountiful harvest. Since he could not stretch out his legs, Mirai simply stuck them into the field.
Honestly, that feeling was quite comfortable. It greatly eased the discomfort in Mirai's body.
Mirai felt that if he could sleep in this state, his injuries would probably heal quite well.
Of course, that was just an illusion.
"My lord, someone is lying ahead of us and blocking our path. He seems to be injured. Shall I give him a ride?"
Just as Mirai was wondering whether he could find some medicine to stop the itching and make himself less uncomfortable, a sweet voice rang out.
The moment Mirai heard that voice, he felt utterly embarrassed. His condition was so miserable that he was sprawled in the middle of the road, covered in mud, and a girl had seen him like this. Mirai immediately wanted to find a hole and