Half a Month

Gilan, dressed in a white hospital gown, stood by the window and stretched, loosening his muscles and joints.

Crackling.

Pop, crack.

Joints throughout his body snapped sharply.

"Whew..."

Gilan narrowed his eyes and let out a satisfied groan.

He reached out and pushed open the window, taking a deep breath of the morning light and cool breeze outside, a smile appearing on his face.

The sensation of being reborn made him close his eyes and silently feel the interaction between his body and the outside world.

After a while.

Gilan sighed inwardly.

He could feel that the energy flowing within him had diminished drastically. The Philosopher's Stone had clearly been overused several times and was now depleted, retaining less than a fifth of its full capacity.

Looks like I'll need to refine a new one.

Gilan could not help thinking.

This operation was perfect for it. I slaughtered extensively in Coburn and Hell Border, breaking down and reconstructing quite a few demons, accumulating a considerable amount of soul energy.

That is the core material for refining a Philosopher's Stone.

It's just a pity that there must have been thousands, if not tens of thousands, of demons who died at the border. All that energy went to waste... And there were also three Patrollers I didn't manage to corrupt in time.

But Gilan knew perfectly well that, given the danger of the situation and his severely injured state, he had had no chance to clean up the battlefield.

So he merely thought about it.

Feeling only a faint regret.

Gilan withdrew his thoughts, sat back on the hospital bed, and counted the glass beads stored inside the crystal ball, Ether Bubble.

Before long.

He sat cross-legged, and a large pile of dazzling glass beads lay atop the soft white bedsheet before