Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Us

The pressure on Kain was enormous. 

Kain's path to finding magic was like a maze, he had gone down countless dead ends, each time he had to backtrack and start over.

It's like a cyclical process of trial and error.

However, if it was a process then at least progress could be seen, but Kain didn't even know where he had gone wrong.

"After all... what am I missing?"

Kain muttered, staring at the wall that was now covered with torn pieces of paper from his notebook.

These pieces of paper were sorted, separated, and then arranged, forming something like a matrix. The order and arrangement also showed how chaotic Kain's mind was at this moment.

Hardy sat on the other side of the room, afraid to move, but his eyes still found it difficult to take their eyes off Kain, or rather, the paper-covered wall he was standing in front of.

Hardy had never seen anyone study as frantically as Kain.