Ji-Cheok kept falling on the same passage of the sutra. It felt easy for him when he trained on the floor, but he couldn’t even walk a meter across the poles before falling down.

‘Am I not talented?’

Ji-Cheok’s stomach felt heavy, like he had an upset stomach.

‘Should I just use skills to help myself? I mean, it’s essentially just walking.’

Ji-Cheok was afraid that he was going nowhere as if this was just wasting his time.

‘I… Ah, yes. I guess this is why a lot of Hunters give up on cultivation at this stage.’

Ji-Cheok had doubts about whether there was an end to this, even if he endured this stage of training. He had to be an extreme attention seeker for his Likes, and it was hard to attract people’s attention just by using common skills. He realized that he had to learn the Sword Arts also, which seemed harder than the steps training he was doing right now.

‘Let’s do it.’

No matter how hard Ji-Cheok suffered, he always had the troll’s regenerative power to heal him. It was not like he was being attacked by a monster, and it didn’t take much mana to heal the wounds from falling while training.

With that in mind, Ji-Cheok started to train again. He needed to get the attention of the people. He knew that no one would pay attention to him if he just put in the average amount of effort. He knew he had to go above and beyond.

Right then, as if it was mere coincidence,...