Poison God's Heritage Chapter 245: Invasion

Chapter 245: Invasion

Loud explosive sounds were echoing all over the place as I and two other copies were standing in a triangle formation across the room.

With my divine sense spread out, I was able to locate and calculate every incoming ball from every direction and began applying pressure to tamper and manipulate the odds.

This place was not as simple as one would think, no it was far from it and I was proven so by a realization that I came across as I was trying to manipulate the b.a.l.l.s to move where I want.

Cause and effect.

For every action, there is a reaction, and my own actions of adjusting and changing the course of the b.a.l.l.s made everything change.

The fact that if I were to move one ball, by just one inch away, means that it might miss contact with another ball that it shouldn't have missed, causing even more reactions that shouldn't have happened.

In a sense, it's like an immediate b.u.t.terfly effect.

  And my purpose was to be able to fully contain and manipulate it.

In a sense, I must take actions that will cause the b.a.l.l.s to end up stopping on the starting circles.

And doing that was far easier said than done.

Because not only did I have to make sure that every ball I moved, I moved with a purpose in mind, I needed to actually survive long enough to see my plan come to fruition.

With my mind's eye on max output, I began pressing against the incoming b.a.l.l.s. I pushed some away from me in completely abnormal directions, but that was because I knew that a ball was about to go and cut the one I just sent off.

The contact between the two sent both of them away and each of them hit one of the circles slowing them down ma.s.sively. 

Just as one of the b.a.l.l.s was about to recoil back from the circle it was on, another ball I had preemptively sent there slammed it back into the wall, and then it stopped completely.

Not moving an inch.

Yes! Got the first one.

With my new revelation, I continued tampering with the rest of the ball's movement. I even sent some towards my clones who sent them back to another side of the room.

I couldn't help but make a few miscalculations and caused a few already standing b.a.l.l.s to be nudged and back into the playing field again.

It only takes one mistake to make everything I've done go to waste, so I'm going to try and not f.u.c.k up anymore.

Hours upon hours kept ticking away as I slowly sent ball after ball to its resting place.

And finally with only two b.a.l.l.s left, hitting dangerously close to where the rest of the b.a.l.l.s were sitting, I had to use my clones to hit the remaining two b.a.l.l.s so they'd miss the rest of the ball then bounce back, colliding in the middle of the room then finally rolling towards their circles respectively.

Just as every ball was sitting still the circles under them lit up and a light barrier manifested blocking the b.a.l.l.s from moving again.

"Congratulations! You proved your attunement to gravitational law and understanding. You may proceed!"

Just as the voice finished speaking, my rattled brain threatened to overheat and cook itself into mush. A doorway manifested in the middle of the room which I gladly took and left.

Looking back, my clones were barely able to manifest themselves anymore, this was the most I had ever constantly used mind's eye and two other clones separated my mental capacity into three.

It felt good for a moment, like an omnipresent, omnipotent being, but that was just for a bit. And now I'm paying for the aftereffects.

The mother of all headaches came bas.h.i.+ng at my head with a sledgehammer.

I walked out of the door and found myself in the final room.

Sadly, there was no reward I the last floor, but I believe that the understanding of Law I gained itself is rewarding enough. Now I have a greater knowledge about the application of gravitational law and I also can do computing abilities to a far higher degree which was of course a good bonus.

On the final floor of the paG.o.da, there was a small dais in the middle. There seemed to be some sort of gauntlet on it, it was a left-hand gauntlet.

The gauntlet was scaly, red, and looking like it has been made from very durable material.

It had very sharp-looking claws and looked pretty sick.

I went to the dais and studied the glove for a bit before I did anything, finding nothing worth my worry, nor heard the voice of the tower owner. I went ahead and grabbed the glove.

Not a moment later the glove went and grabbed it.

Just as I did, however, the glove turned alive and squirmed in my hand then clumped on my left hand hard.

Suddenly the glove began fusing into my hand and I felt something racking my brain.

"f.u.c.k!" I cursed as I was obviously under a possession attack from whatever it was in that stupid gauntlet.

I pulled as many spirit rejuvenating pills as I could grab in one hand and chugged them all.

The exhaustion from the earlier test was still racking my brain and a mental attack is the last thing I'd ever want under this condition.

Immediately I found myself back inside my sea of consciousness and I was about to be raided by a f.u.c.king dragon.

A dragon spirit so ma.s.sive in size manifested inside my sea of consciousness.

It then began stomping its way towards my fortress roaring.

"Foolish mortal, you dare claim what you have no strength to obtain!" the dragon spirit spoke.

"Right back at you," I said "ARMS UP!" and immediately, every turret on every wall of my mental fortress turned towards the dragon then it began shooting rockets at it.

The explosions sounded like a symphony of destruction as the dragon had no idea what was going on.

Then came the freights that carried flying jets, which rained lead and rockets like there was no tomorrow.

"You came to the wrong neighborhood b.i.t.c.h," I added then jumped into the fray.