The three year mark.
I had run about a third of the way through the first of the million laps thanks to Eugene telling me.
And that was when I was faced with another problem.
"Fuck… spill already…"
"Oh? What's this, why have you stopped the cataclysm again?"
"My cores… are empty."
Eugene punched at my face which I narrowly dodged while still running.
"Like I care about that."
This fucker was getting annoying by the minute. Was this really how I was with others? Actually, I didn't have the time to think about any of this bullshit.
How was I going to keep circulating without having anything in me?
"Why don't you just breakthrough?" Eugene asked, it seemed he was holding off on beating me up.
If it was just that easy. I would have broken through all kinds of realms long ago. But I couldn't complain either.
"I'll… try…"
"I am being serious. Just break through."
"How—Ok… I'll do it."
