This was the absolute limit of his endurance, having compressed his sleep down to just two hours a night. The main issue was that brewing Magic Potions was an incredibly tedious process that consumed a great deal of his time.
It was also worth noting that changing his Origin Power value every ninety minutes had become a habit. However, every night, a location ping from the forbidden object 0-38, the Bell of Truth, would appear on his panel. He didn't know if the unknown entity was only free at night, or if his daytime changes to his Origin Power just happened to counteract the Bell's guidance.
Whatever the case, Wei'en knew that over the past few days, those people still hadn't given up.
'Any day now, a group of them might just show up out of nowhere, trying to force me to reveal the flaws in the Magic Runes, or maybe just wanting to make me pay a price...'
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ...
Just then, his black communicator began to buzz.
'Teresa and the others? I hope it's good news...'
