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.

cultivation. Yet, what was generally considered the start of cultivation in this lower world? It was skin

by killing the low-grade demonic beast. Yet, 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

he pocketed the Origin Melon. Now that all his sadness and curiosity was gone, Gravis

back to the street and

any bandits after traveling for several hours. It seemed like they had all

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 of bone on his back. He stood imposingly in the middle of

who the man was, based

with tempered muscles," he concluded. This would be

the bandit and looked

human form," he harrumphed. "You don't seem that

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

pierce your skin with a full-powered spear strike! No human can have that hard of a skin!" the

furrowed his brows. "My skin is just very hard. It took me

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

local Hunting Guild of Wilderness Town. It took me a while, but I managed to get enough money." Gravis didn't want to tell them about the middle-grade demonic beast. They would

couldn't be kept secret. After a while of discussing, one of them walked forward. "I've heard that the Demon from the Hunting

Gravis asked as 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

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

a deep breath to