The Illusion of Almost Succeeding (1)

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The earth churned. The Undead Devil Vine, which had been prowling underground, burst through the surface, swallowed the Psychic Crystal into its maw, and swiftly retreated beneath the soil.

A moment later, the Psychic Crystal appeared in Green's hand. He immediately converted it into Psychic Energy for the Graveyard.

"Hm? Only [3200] Psychic Energy." Green frowned. "Why so little? Bloody Undead Martinez wasn't any weaker than Hillsova of the Nature Church. Why such a difference?"

Martinez and Hillsova had indeed been roughly equal in strength. The difference between the Psychic Crystals they left behind came from Martinez splitting off a small portion of his soul to create a double, losing a great deal of his essence in the process. Hillsova, meanwhile, had been a priest of the God of Nature. Years of prayer had imbued his soul with a trace of divine aura, which had entered his Psychic Crystal after his death. One had lost what the other had gained, leaving the Psychic Energy they yielded nearly twice as far apart.

"Forget it. More than three thousand isn't bad." Green did not dwell on it. With a thought, he entered the Graveyard.

Green had looked unruffled when Martinez attacked without warning, but inside, he had been panicking. Even at the last moment, he could not help worrying: What if even the Lightning Angel can't stop him? What will I do then?

Now that he had gained more than three thousand Psychic Energy, Green was more eager than ever to turn it into fighting strength.

Unfortunately, neither the situation nor the time allowed