"Whew…" Gilberto was nervous. How could he not be nervous when 784 failures had surrounded him?

"Are you ready?" asked the village chief.

Gilberto shook his head awkwardly.

"From now on, we will engrave the fruit of our research on your body and soul."

"Can you be gentle…?"

"We can, but we can’t," the village chief said flatly.

"That's contradictory. Why?"

"It transcends human senses."

It seemed that it surpassed even the so-called sixth sense.

“If we want to be gentle, then it will take you hundreds of years to be enlightened to it. I think even an unprecedented genius will need a hundred years at the least if they were to learn this the gentle way,” added the village chief.

“I guess I just have to learn it the hard way…”

The failures chose the method of engraving. They would engrave their research on Gilberto’s body and soul.

"Be steadfast and focused." The village chief warned sternly, "Feel it and accept it. Lose focus even for a moment, and everything will fall apart.”

The village chief tried his best not to frighten Gilberto, but the latter could tell that he would die if the engraving failed. Gilberto glanced at Arthur, and he saw that the young man looked terrified but was hiding it beneath the facade of calmness.

"Arthur."

"Yes..."

"I'll be back," Gilberto said and chuckled without realizing it.

Arthur was furious. "What’s funny? Did you think of Mother again?"

"No, I was thinking of you." This wasn’t the first time that Gilberto had to tell his son that he would...