Chapter 490: Please Leave

The pressure was so intense that he was utterly helpless. He could feel his mana channels being strained just from being in contact with this mana. He had rarely come across something like this. Most of the time, it was from a flood of aura or a domain that pressed down on him.

However, in this case, it was pure dense mana. There was so much that it acted like an unstoppable force, pressing down on his chest. Even more worrisome was that he could feel his body slowly getting poisoned by this mana radiation.

As he experienced this deluge of mana, he couldn’t help but think about how it made his pool of mana seem like a small puddle in comparison.

The pressure slowly increased, and Julius did everything he could to stay conscious. He ramped up every skill and used everything at his disposal to enforce his body. As he strained himself, he realized that he was wrong. There was something else on top of the mana.

There was an invisible force pressing down on him on top of the mana. It felt like gravity magic. He wasn’t an expert by any means, but he had felt gravity magic in the past when he had trained in some of the specialized rooms. With that being said, this felt different than those times.

This gravity magic felt a lot less structured; it felt wild and dangerous. His body was practically on the verge of collapsing onto itself. He tried to teleport away, not caring about hiding his [Void Step] skill. He needed to get away from this situation and hoped that by moving locations, he would be released from the mana and gravity influence.

However, to his shock. He found himself unable to use the skill. [Void Step] wasn’t working; each time he tried to channel it, the overwhelming amount of mana being released on him collapsed the skill structure before it could activate.

It was a form of mana disruption that he had never experienced before. There weren’t any fancy techniques or skills. It was just sheer mana that prevented his skill from working. And it was extremely effective. If he weren’t in the middle of being squished to death, he would have been very excited to experience such a thing.

As things were, he just wanted to get out of there. His knees were getting sore.

He didn’t know how long it went on for, but suddenly the pressure alleviated, and he accidentally shot himself straight into the roof because of the rapid loss of resistance. He dropped back onto the ground with a dull thump, and he groaned, rubbing his head as he stood up.

“Damn, what the hell was that?” He murmured to himself, looking around, seeing if he could find out who had done this to him.

“I think I should be asking that question,” a deep, gravely voice called out sharply. They sounded supremely annoyed.

Julius shot to his feet, preparing for another attack.

“Relax, if I wanted to kill you or make sure you kept on eating dirt, I wouldn’t have let you up,” the voice said flatly.

Julius shrugged and took a brief moment to relax. They had a point. “I’m sorry, but did I do something to offend you?” He finally asked after a few seconds of silence.

The voice grumbled, and the cave shook along with it. “’Did I do something to offend you?’ the boy asks.” Julius could have sworn he heard the voice scoff. “I don’t think anyone would be happy if someone came into their home and started to destroy their damn walls.”

Julius paused. “Wait, this is your home?”

“No, I am just visiting,” the voice said snarkily.

Julius didn’t quite realize it was sarcasm and held one of his hands on his chest in relief. “Oh, I am glad. I thought you might have been mad since I was punching the wall.”

He was promptly sent flying back face-first into the dirt. He felt some of the bones in his face crack and some of his teeth get chipped.

“That’s exactly why I am irritated,” the voice growled out, each word was emphasized with an additional slam of gravity.

“My bad,” Julius groaned out.

He heard an irritated sigh, but the pressure lessened again. He was better prepared for the change in resistance this time around and didn’t send himself flying into the ceiling.

“Why were you beating your worthless fists into my home?” The gravely voice demanded.

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“Worthless?” Julius mumbled out in offense but was quickly sent back into the ground with another dull thud. This time, it didn’t last as long, and it felt like the voice was trying to make a point as if it was warning Julius to stop being so deliberately dense.

Unfortunately, the voice was just the type of person Julius was. Furthermore, he kind of wanted to be smushed again. He wanted to try various methods to deal with this kind of attack. Nothing seemed to work, but he hoped that with enough attempts, he would be able to find a workaround.

While he knew that this voice could likely kill him, he didn’t think they wanted to do that. If they did, then they wouldn’t have let him up the first time. They would have pressed him into the ground until he was nothing more than a blood smear on the hard rock.

Regardless, he wanted to push his luck.

“Just get out of here,” the voice called out once Julius got back to his feet. Instead of angry or annoyed, the voice just sounded defeated.

“You are just going to let me go?” Julius asked after he brushed himself off again.

“Yes, but every second I look at you, I find myself changing my mind. What kind of idiot spends that much time punching a fucking wall?” The last part trailed off as the voice sounded as if it were talking to itself rather than Julius.

“To be honest, I thought the wall was hiding some kind of treasure,” Julius explained, even though he had a feeling that the voice wasn’t looking for one.

“Treasure, huh?”