Although he had looked cheerful and carefree after work, eating until he burped,
Fang Ran's condition was actually nowhere near as relaxed as it appeared.
Fate had been damaged far too severely, and even if it were intact, it would still only be an empty shell that could last a few seconds.
Even after Tian Gong and his mentor had done their utmost to repair it, that could not be changed.
So a considerable portion of the Magic Energy Load still had to be borne by Fang Ran himself.
Recovery agents could only alleviate it to a certain extent, which was the very reason they had been developed.
After all, no participant needed to worry about the burden that inexhaustible magic energy would place on their body the way Fang Ran did.
Even moving a finger made him feel a current running wildly through his body. Heaviness, soreness, numbness, weakness—the symptoms of overusing abilities that participants experienced had all appeared.
But perhaps his past experiences had increased his tolerance, or perhaps the output had not been too great despite the steady drain,
he was still within limits that would not make Fang Ran collapse.
But in this state, it was impossible for him to return to work tomorrow. He would need at least two or three days of rest to recover.
So he was going somewhere now.
Not far from the barbecue spot they had chosen at the foot of the mountain, he followed the river downstream. The transparent water reflected the deepening night.
Passing through countless secret-realm landscapes that did not exist in the world, Fang Ran arrived at this place tonight as well.
Unlike the exquisite, picturesque ancient-style pavilion on Tian Gong's peak, what stood before him was merely a simple bamboo cottage and courtyard. Yet it possessed