Michael once more awoke in the pitch-black room. The star in the dark sky began to shake erratically as soon as he arrived. Michael is startled by the scene and steps back, bumping into something. And at that point, Michael looks around.
"Pike?"
"Who do you think it is?"
"I thought you had to recover?"
"That's true, but the food you ate today slightly restored my injury. It's certainly out of my expectation that you could hunt a monster. Good on you." Pike look please at Michael's progress.
"Thanks"
"keep on practicing and don't slack off. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Good, I'll go back to sleep now."
Pike disappears into nothingness again. Michael conjured a spear in his hand and thrust it a thousand times. He almost performed a thousand thrusts in an hour at the moment. He has made noticeable progress, but his actual body still requires time to advance.
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"Have you looked into Grum?"
