Volume 5: The Great Plains Chapter 155: Breaking Through (3)

  As soon as I finished speaking, the scene in front of me changed. At this moment, I was in a mountain valley, and right in front of me stood a towering peak that seemed to touch the sky.

  What does this mean? Is everything in this world changeable? Here, the Shaman God is the master. He can arbitrarily create mountains and rivers, animals and plants, everything, and it's all done in an instant. The power of God is indeed strong, in his world, everything moves with the will of God, I don't understand how this world was formed, it was completed in that instant.

  I reached out and touched a tree beside me, it felt so real, this is absolutely not the realm that spiritual magic can achieve, it seems that all of this can only be attributed to the power of God.

  "Don't be perplexed, these are not things you can see through. Now you must give up your magic, use your own hands and feet to climb step by step to the top of this mountain. Remember, you cannot use any special skills, just like an ordinary person." The shaman god's voice sounded again, then fell silent.

  I gazed at the towering mountain peaks that pierced the clouds, let out a gentle sigh, and began to climb up the mountain.

  There was no road, and the mountain was covered with thorny plants everywhere. I struggled to climb up, and my clothes were constantly caught by those thorny plants. Soon, the clothes I wore were torn into rags by these annoying things. But I didn't stop, just kept climbing like this, sweat wetting my clothes, then dried by the strong sunlight, forming a hard shell that felt very uncomfortable.

  I was desperately searching for a place to climb up, a small rock to step on, and I took it one step at a time. I don't know how long it took, but when I looked up again, I had only climbed halfway. As noon approached, my stomach began to protest loudly, and my mouth felt parched. It was then that I sadly discovered that my storage ring didn't have any water or food inside!

  I racked my brains, and only then did I recall that the last time I had to make space for the magical equipment I got from the dwarves, I actually threw away all the water and food. Remembering this, my intestines turned green with regret - in a place like this, a bottle of water and a loaf of bread are far more useful than any piece of magical equipment. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself - it seems that the value of an item isn't always what we think it is, and things that we normally take for granted can be incredibly important in certain situations.

  I reluctantly accepted this fact, no water, no food, and I had to climb up the mountain peak that didn't know when it could reach the top.

  I stopped to rest on a slightly larger rock, and after my strength had recovered a bit, I got up and continued climbing. The thought of giving up flashed through my mind, but I quickly shook it off. Having climbed for so long, no matter how difficult it was, I had to climb to the top. At this moment, I didn't want to test anything anymore. My only goal in sight was to climb to the summit.

  The benefits of focus are that it allows you to forget the difficulties you face, and concentrate on completing your goals with a single-minded devotion, thinking of nothing else and doing nothing else.

  Time flies, and the sun sets unknowingly over the mountains. When the last rays of sunlight fade away, I find a flat rock to stop and rest. Climbing at night is unwise, and today I've been climbing non-stop all day. My physical and mental strength have reached their limits, and necessary rest is indispensable.

  I lay down, parched and hungry, feeling even more exhausted, but I had no way to solve this problem, so I could only pray that I would fall asleep quickly, and in my dreams, I would forget about the hunger and fatigue. At some point, I fell asleep in a daze, and in my dream, I found a small river, jumped into it with joy, and drank the water in big gulps, but no matter how much I drank, I couldn't quench my thirst, and my heart was extremely anxious. Then I dreamed that I was sitting in a restaurant in a big city, with a table full of dishes in front of me, and although I felt strange, I decided to eat first and talk later. But just as I picked up my knife and fork, ready to enjoy the meal, several imperial soldiers suddenly rushed in, looking fierce and menacing. The leader of the soldiers, who looked like a headman, said viciously: "Alik Solrens, you killed so many people, and yet you still dare to indulge in good food here? Come with us, don't resist, your time is up! We're here to take you to the gallows!" In my dream, I vaguely remembered that I had killed someone, and after hesitating for a long time, I felt that since it was my fault, I should accept punishment. Although I was afraid in my heart, I still felt that this was reasonable, so I said to the soldiers: "Okay, if that's the case, can you let me eat something first, and then I'll go with you?" The headman said: "You think you're lucky, but we don't have time to waste here with you. Take him down, he's a murderer!" I was shocked, wanting to resist, but my hands and feet felt heavy as lead, and no matter what, I couldn't make the gestures needed to cast magic. As the soldiers approached me menacingly, I cried out in anxiety.

  The dream ended like this, and I found myself still sleeping on that rock. The morning light shone on my face, the air was exceptionally fresh, and the leaves of the low shrubs on the mountain were covered with dew drops. I greedily licked these dew drops with the tip of my tongue, sweet and refreshing, it took a long time to drink them all up. Although my stomach was still very hungry, at least the problem of thirst had been solved.

  I stood up, stretched my body and felt sore all over. Suddenly I thought that since becoming a magician, it's been really long time since I last exercised. It seems that having a strong physique is indeed indispensable. So I made a silent vow to myself that no matter how busy I am in the future, I will definitely make time to exercise my body properly.

  I took a look at the top of the mountain, and then looked down at the bottom. Yesterday I climbed about half of the way, and I estimate that with today's effort, I can definitely reach the summit. I secretly encouraged myself, and continued to climb upwards. The morning dew made me drink my fill, but now I sadly discovered that the dew made the road ahead even more slippery. Several times I almost fell off the mountain because of a slip of the hand. My soul still in shock, I looked down at the bottom, and it was already a sea of clouds and fog, unable to see the ground. Luckily I didn't really fall off, but if I did, even a god would be smashed into a pulp.

  The feeling of hunger is constantly tormenting me, and my stomach feels as if it's being slowly ground by the stone mill in a wheat mill, with pangs of pain piercing my nerves. I try to ignore this pain and focus on the rocks in front of me, one by one, climbing up step by step.

  When the sun was about to set again, I looked up and sadly found that the mountain peak I had been climbing all day was still so high!

  At this moment, I completely understood that it was the despicable Shaman God who was playing tricks on me. My anger suddenly surged up. Was the test just about the Shaman God playing tricks on me? I'm not going to take it anymore!

  I furiously thought to myself, then loudly roared towards the sky: "Samael, is this a test or are you just playing with me? If you're willing, I'm afraid I won't be able to climb to the top of the mountain for the rest of my life! Why not just say so if you don't want me to learn lightning magic?! Is it fun to play tricks like this?"

  "So are you going to climb or not? Are you going to give up?" The voice of the Shaman God sounded again, with a tone full of mockery.