"Ahhh! Why does it still hurt this much? The pain hasn't lessened in the slightest!" Ash vented his agony through words, trying to distract himself.
"Of course it won't lessen. Pain is always pain. Whether now or in the future, it remains the same!"
"Its existence cannot be changed."
"The only difference lies within you, within your soul. When you can adapt to this pain, it will no longer count as pain to you. It will simply become strength, a positive feedback of will."
Wu Heng answered Ash calmly, watching him with an indifferent expression.
Ash opened his eyes as well. This time, he sensed another kind of power from the demon backpack—a power that came from thought.
Everything around him seemed blurred in his eyes. Or rather, things born from thought had become tangible before him. It was a very strange perspective.
The drifting images of thought all came from his dreams, from himself.
Aside from the pain that came with this sensation, it also gave him an intense case of 3D motion sickness.
"Oh, this is more than ten times worse than the dizziness I get playing shooting games." Ash pressed both hands to his temples, suppressing the excited light in his eyes as he looked at Wu Heng.
He desperately wanted to know what Wu Heng was thinking.
This guy was just too awful.
Although he helped every time, Ash always felt like he was being toyed with. He wanted to see whether Wu Heng had any troubles. Ideally, Wu Heng would need help—then Ash could lend a hand and toy with him in return.
Then he froze.
Wu Heng was still standing there quietly. There was not a single stray thought around him, not a single idea surfacing.
It was as if Ash did not possess