For someone who used to live in the city, the prospect of living in the mountain was daunting, not being able to buy things was the least of his problem, having nothing concrete to do was the trouble.
Sol did not know what to do, he was a teacher and then being part of the delegation team, but now he has nothing to do, he did want to be stronger but it was not really a job.
Being stronger is a natural goal for Sol, people are getting stronger by the second, soon there will be a lot more Demigod and with time there will be Minor Demigod if he stays the same then people you step on him.
"What are you thinking about?" Nerodia who was cooking turned to look at Sol, She could see his troubled face clearly even though she was cooking.
"Nothing, I just thinking what I want to do after this, it's not like I can be a teacher again after this" Sol said depressedly.
