Leonel felt his head spinning. That final blow was so powerful that he had most definitely shattered his skull. Blood flew from his nose and ears, shared of his own bone sticking into the most important frontal networks of his brain.
However, even while feeling so dizzy, he struggled to prop himself up, his mind repeating the very same action he had every other time as he rose through this world.
The platform he had started on was barely enough for two of him to stand on, but this one was tens of kilometers wide and long.
Even so, after making himself several kilometers tall, it would only take a few rolls for him to reach the end of it.
