Spirit and body become one.

A miraculous phenomenon, the manifestation of a person’s inner strength.

Such union grants an extraordinary power, one that knows no bounds: the Spirit Mode.

In order to quickly awaken the Spirit Mode, Lied together with Zaccharias joined a cluster of dead people seeking reincarnation by passing Mictlan’s trials.

Could Lied slow down the slashing wind of the Underworld?!

Luna, Eduardus, Zaccharias, Liana and Hector stared at the obstinate boy. At that point in time, not everyone believed he would perform a miracle. Luna had a sneaking feeling as she watched Lied closely:

“He’s… not an aztec, is he?”

“No, he’s human” Zaccharias replied.

“H-Human?” Liana was surprised.

“The race that inhabits Tellus…” Hector said.

“A human, huh? My first time meeting one” Eduardus crossed his arms curious.

The two nations hardly interacted with each other, nevertheless the aztec people were aware that they were not alone. It was said that the first contact between humans and aztecs had taken place only just eighteen years ago, when a human stepped onto aztec soil.

“Are all humans like him? Retarded?” Luna asked.

“He’s a special case” the talking crow laughed loudly.

“Show us, Lied, the possibilities of your own spiritual potential” the crow thought to itself.

The chamber’s soul sensor whose range was approximately forty meters detected motion as six knives went towards Lied. He managed to dodge by the skin of his teeth using the developed Visibility property. Luckily, no more than a lock of hair was cut off in the course of the action.

“It’s fast!” Lied jumped back.

“So, he’s not just all talk…” Luna acknowledged him, although she wasn’t convinced yet.

The young man took a firm step forward and predicted with minimum wasted effort five hundred knives through the use of the Sensitivity property, two hundred and fifty coming from each side. It was easy for him to avoid them as he knew beforehand from where they were falling. Most of the metal blades remained stuck in the walls.

“Amazing!” Eduardus blurted out.

Hector and Liana were equally amazed. Zaccharias, the only one able to keep up with the trial, did not get himself all worked up as he was aware of the looming difficulties.

“9494 left…” the talking crow counted the number of knives.

Lied was not even a tiny bit scared, as though nothing could knock the stuffing out of him or diminish his unrelenting conviction. Luna clicked her tongue as his unwavering faith rubbed her the wrong way.

“Acting like a hero… even though heroes don’t exist…” she thought.

Lied sighed. A sudden strong rush of wind nipped at his face and blew his hair. He felt extremely fired up. Another batch of five hundred knives hurled at him. The youth would not need to use the stamina consuming Sensitivity if he could guess the courses along which the knives moved. Lied later discovered that they were random.

The breathless teenager had to take a short break. The fire in his green eyes burned bright as the tension escalated.

“What are you gonna do, Lied?” Zaccharias wondered.

Lied’s current SSL: 10,5%

Number of knives left: 8994

[END OF CHAPTER]