In the dark chamber, Adam sat cross-legged on the ground. A dark frown shadowed his face as he pondered deeply about what he had learned just now.
The next planetary alignment was only ninety years away. That fact fostered a sense of grave urgency in his heart.
"Ninety years…" he murmured. "Will that be enough time for me to become a Mana Core Magus?"
Becoming a Mana Core Magus was absolutely necessary if he wanted to leave this world. That was the minimum requirement for long-distance teleportation to begin with. Otherwise, his physical body would not be able to bear the strain.
But that wasn't the only issue. It went without saying that, as he was right now, a mad Mana Vortex Magus, he had no hopes of defeating the Cult Leader. So not only did he have to advance to the next realm and form his mana core, he also had to heal his fractured soul.
