While he was chatting with Fenistine, he thought about the source of his special powers and had a vague feeling, as though his powers were sending him a signal.
The attribute and skill panes at the bottom of his field of vision had both started shimmering slightly. It was like countless ripples on the water surface.
At night, he sat cross-legged in his hotel room. On the surface, there weren’t any changes in his body, but his spirit kept trying to catch that little flash of inspiration in his heart.
It was just like a piece of paper flashing through his mind. He could see the words and pictures, but he just couldn’t recall them.
Garen tried his best to catch those traces, or rather, those memories.
As he kept concentrating, the ripples in his attribute pane kept getting larger and larger. Until finally.
Boom!!!
There was an ear-splitting noise, and Garen’s mind was a complete muddle as he descended into oblivion.