Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis knew exactly what Heaven had planned. It forced him into a life of isolation and showed him what he was missing out on by continuing to cultivate. Sarah, Anthony, the whole Hunting Guild, Joyce, her teacher, and even the bandits were all nice people. A vast majority of the people that he met were kind people with good hearts.

Was this coincidence? Of course not! In a cruel world, where everyone desired higher power, there were bound to be many selfish people. Yet, Gravis had met too many good ones on his journey. They all showed kindness to him, even when he acted cold and distant. They tried to include him in their circles, yet he always had to reject them.

Weak enemies and friendly people. Heaven really tried everything to destroy his motivation. Gravis knew what Heaven wanted! Yet, it was so hard to resist. It was slowly grinding down his drive.

The only things that kept Gravis going were his family and his eventual return to his homeworld. He only had to grow powerful enough, and then, he wouldn't be alone anymore. He had to keep going! If he stopped now, what would Stella say? What would his father say? Well, his father would probably say that it was alright, but Gravis was sure that his father would still sigh in sadness.

His father surely hoped for one of his children to grow to his level. Gravis was sure that his father had a good reason to fight against Heaven. His father had probably lived for a very long time, with no one but Heaven standing on his level. In some weird way, he was perhaps also feeling alone, even if he had a family.

Gravis gritted his teeth. He couldn't stop now! He wanted to go back to his family! He wanted to make his father proud! He wanted freedom! He wanted to take revenge on Heaven! Heaven was constantly emotionally torturing him. Instead of losing his drive, Gravis' hatred toward Heaven only increased.

Gravis looked upward at the sky, with hate-filled eyes. He transformed all his loneliness into hatred and rage. At some point in the future, Gravis would make Heaven pay!

With newfound motivation, he quickly looked around the clearing. There had to be a reason for a low-grade demonic beast to stay here. After searching, Gravis promptly found out. In the middle of the clearing, behind the spot where the badger had been sleeping, he saw a lone melon. When Gravis saw it, he immediately realized several things.

There was no vegetation in the clearing because this plant had absorbed all the life force in its surroundings. Due to all the theoretical lessons in his homeworld, Gravis also knew what this plant was.

"An Origin Melon," he sneered.

Origin Melon was called as such because it symbolized the start of cultivation. Yet, what was generally considered the start of cultivation in this lower world? It was skin tempering. One melon would completely temper one's skin, no matter what. It

he had completely forgotten about his 'karmic luck'. If he had had this Origin Melon before, all his difficulties in tempering his skin wouldn't have happened. Yet, he found one

all his sadness and curiosity was gone, Gravis remembered that he

a satisfying meal, he went back to the street and continued on

Gravis had not seen any bandits after traveling for several hours. It seemed like they had all been warned. Like this,

grew close to Body City. Just a couple of kilometers away from Body City, Gravis saw a big bunch of bandits standing behind an imposing man. The man was nearly two meters tall and carried a humongous sword made

prediction, who the man was, based on all

he concluded. This would

the bandit and

beast in human form," he harrumphed.

demonic beast. I'm here for the entrance exams of the Elemental Guilds,"

No

It took me

shocked, but the first bandit continued. "20 Skin-Pills? As if! Where would you even get enough

I managed to get enough money." Gravis

them lived near Wilderness Town, and something like that couldn't be kept secret. After a while of discussing, one of them walked forward. "I've heard that the Demon from the Hunting Guild was able to release a frightening aura. We don't feel any of that from you,"

he released his Will-Aura. The surrounding temperature plummeted, and the bandits felt an immense pressure coming down on them. They had trouble breathing, and cold sweat was running down

They were not sure what just happened. At one point, it felt like death itself was coming to get them, and then everything

for a short while. He took a deep breath to calm down, and his expression of disdain vanished into one of interest. "What