It was hard. It was seriously hard.0

One week?0

‘Bullshit!’0

He spend over a fortnight striking 19 types of metals with Magic Missile. The penalty of using magic continuously was far worse than Grid expected.0

'Striking it?’0

As soon as he opened his eyes, he connected to the game and repeated the same thing until he fell asleep. His mind was bound to weaken. Grid thought several times about giving up. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was going crazy at the thought of firing Magic Missile 190,000 times.0

‘How can a human do such a crazy thing?’0

It was different from the days when he looked for the North End Cave and became Pagma's Successor.0

Reaching the limits of his stamina and concentration wasn’t enough to dampen Grid’s will that was ignited by anger. Grid wanted to forget about that time even now. The idea that this repetitive action wasn’t something a human should do weakened his heart. 0

‘No... No. I can’t give up now.’0

He would waste the efforts of the past few days the moment he gave up. Grid’s nature couldn’t tolerate this loss. More than...0