With every ten-centimeter move, the turtle took a deep breath.
The skill merely provided the ability to climb on a flat surface, the energy consumption of climbing still depended on his own physical endurance.
For some reason, every time the turtle used this ability, he felt an illusion of being a superhuman.
Like many scenes in superhero movies where they appear as common people on the surface, but in certain situations, they are able to save people in distress through their unique abilities.
Who doesn't want to be a hero?
The turtle has always been candid about this, he still hasn't forgotten his childhood hero dream.
Whether it's naïvety or innocence, what happened has already happened. There's no need to escape, nor is there a need to ridicule oneself for it.
In fact, if the situation was reversed, wouldn't his former self scoff at his current self for being aimless?
Every movement of his palms was incredibly stable, and the turtle was very calm.