A month had passed since Adam had entered the spacious hall. However, since then, he had only managed to move a third of the distance to the bronze pedestal.
In the beginning, he was very confident that he would be able to cross the distance in no time. But much to his dismay, he realized that with each step he took, the gravity multiplied!
"Wuu…"
"Wuuuu…"
That was the sound of Adam's whimpers echoing in the hall. Currently, he was lying flat on the ground, his snot and tears forming a puddle underneath his face.
Every step he took felt exponentially harder than the last one. So the only way for him to proceed forward was to first get used to the current level of gravity, and only then take the next step.
Adam raised his head and looked at the pedestal in the distance. With a suicidal expression, he muttered, "It'll probably take me a few more months at least."
