God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1130: A Different Dilemma (1).

For the next three days, Cain spent his time observing a single routine.

From dusk to dawn, he poured over the contents of as many books and tomes as he possibly could, including some he purchased from the system using his system points, almost to.the pint of exhausting them all.

It came to a point where he wondered if he had become a bit obsessive.

However, he quickly put the thought behind him and continued, not seeing another soul during the entire four day period.

He had also not eaten a single thing, but that didn’t bother him all that much. His research was much more important.

Cain heaved a tired sigh as he leaned back, a look of frustration on his face,

"I don’t understand. Nothing makes sense here..."

For the past four days, he had been working on several different magic formulas for a number of spells and magic skills.

However, after running simulations mentally, he would always come to conclude that they would all fail, or at the very least, not work as he intended them to.

He was frustrated, not just because he was confused, but also because he realized quite clearly the reason for his confusion.

He was just stubbornly in denial.

Eventually, he decided to give it a rest.

"Looks like I’ll really need to get to Tier 3, before I can make any more progress."

Most of the changes he wanted to make were hinged on concepts that could not be attributed to his current Tier. In other words, he was dreaming very big.

He placed at his status window.

He was just two meager levels away from reaching the appropriate level. Then, he would be able to take the advancement trial.

But the last levels were always the hardest to acquire, as theyr required significantly more experience points to level up.

Even worse, the higher he went, the more Cain realized the amount of experience points he acquired from killing Devils, Mutant Creatures and Aether Beasts continued to grow. However, the amount he himself required continued to increase exponentially as well.

It had taken him very long to reach here.

’I need to go on a long hunt, it seems.’

Luckily for him, the {Longhorn Mares} made for good distance mounts.

In the four days, he had spent couped up in isolation, they were not in the Badlands proper.

There was sparce vegetation in every direction.

And where there was some, chances are there was some underlying danger.

Most creatures and groups of creatures that has survived the first apocalypse had already built shelters, nests, broods and whatnots. So although the entire wilderness seemed barren, it was teeming with all forms of life.

From simple life, to complex, strange beings that defied conceptual logic.

With a yawn, Cain dragged his body out of his tent.

A new day had begun and the camp was already bustling and lively. They all were busy packing up and getting ready to move.

With a sigh, his body disappeared...

Reappearing right on the back of one of the {Longhorn Mares}.

Since he now had magic, he didn’t need to worry about physically moving himself. His spatial magic let him do so easily. Not only that, but it was also convenient to use.

He grimaced as he sat slowly, letting his tired body come to a rest.

These days, he had been getting really tired either all the stress from not having rested for so long.

To make matters worse, his stamina and this, endurance had tanked severely due to his stat loss.

The only reason he wasn’t on the bring of death was because of the countless stamina and health Regen potions he had at hand.

Still, regardless of them, he looked like a mess. His hair was frazzled and tangled.

The eye bags under his eyelids looked like they could carry quite a lot.

His complexion was nothing pleasant, and his looked incredibly skinny.

Anyone who saw him would conclude he was merely a shell of what he once was.

A ghost.

A pallid, moody, ghost.

In any case, all that didn’t matter for now.

A moment later, when all the preparations were complete, the procession began moving again.

As Cain decided to take a moment to rest for a while, he heard the sound of someone scaling the side of the {Longhorn Mare} he was one.

Gilead, Alvi, and Lukas had all left a while ago, each with various reasons of their own, leaving him all alone up here to his own devices, which was probably not a really good thing the more he thought about it.

Cain sighed and shook his head. Although he was really tired, he waited for his visitor to arrive.

"Oh, it’s just you..."

"Eh? Why don’t you seem excited to see me, Boss Cain. It’s been a— holy shit!"

As he climbed onto the concave depression in the back of the {Longhorn Mare}x Steve nearly fell right over in shock at the thing that had stared back at him.

"C-Cain... Is that really you?"

Cain smiled bitterly,

"What the hell does that even mean? Of course it’s me."

Steve peeped over suspiciously,

"Well, you sure aren’t looking like you very much right now."

Cain snorted, "Enough of that. What the hell do you want?"

Steve scaled the wall of the hole and landed on the back of the beast.

He gave Cain a suspicious lookz as though he still didn’t quite believe it,

"You look absolutely wretched, man. What the hell happened? Did you lose a hundred thousand stat points overnight?!"

Cain blinked, "Damn. Are you some kind of truth seer or something? What the hell?"

Steve’s eyes widened, "Oi, you have to be kidding, right?! How is that even possible?"

Cain sighed and shrugged, "It’s only temporary, but for a while, I won’t be able to join up on the front lines. My magic is still intact, so I’ll be helping from the rear instead."

Steve sighed, "I see..."

This time, he seemed convinced, albeit just barely.

Then he cleared his throat,

"As for why I am here..."

His eyes narrowed, "It has something to do with the next Trial."