After more than a hundred thousand calculations in his mind, Sloth's stamina was rapidly draining, and his progress grew slower and slower. Especially after entering the Temple District, the auras emanating from the temples forced him to rein in all his power. His original self could kill these creatures, and Pride might manage it if he gave it everything he had.
But him?
Sorry, he had always been a pacifist.
If he could lie down, he would never stand.
If he could sleep, he would never open his eyes.
So he lay flat on the ground, eyes half-open, slowly wriggling toward the Thunder Temple.
Not like a maggot.
Because even a maggot would have been a little faster than him.
Fighting the urge to yawn, Sloth crawled through the shadows, slipping past seemingly tight security and one patrol of monsters after another.
The presence of guards and patrolling monsters assured Sloth that these monsters were not lacking in intelligence.
Of course, they were not all that intelligent, either.
Roughly on par with ordinary people.
After another two hours or so, Sloth finally approached the Thunder Temple.
Sensing the terrifying aura coming from inside, dozens of times stronger than those around it, Sloth became even more cautious. If he had been wriggling before, now he was moving an inch at a time.
However long the road, it always had an end.
After another five full hours, Sloth made it from the outskirts of the Thunder Temple into its main hall.
But the moment he entered the Thunder Temple's main hall, Sloth froze.
It was unlike the terrifying aura he had sensed outside.
There was not the slightest trace of anything frightening here.
Not only was there no aura, but even the monsters that should have been there were absent.
After carefully