บท 787: The Tournament Approaches

"Well, that sucks."

Alex didn't know what to do now. On one hand, learning the language seemed like a more than good idea given that he had been hoping to learn it for so many years now.

On the other hand, just the partial knowledge of the technique let him create swords to cut through a person's mental fortitude. What if he learned the whole thing?

If he tried to read the Stele after learning the language, Alex was sure the Stele would definitely kill him.

"I don't need to learn the language just yet right?" he thought to himself. "I can just scan it and learn it that way. Like I've always done. My brain translates it into concepts on its own anyway."

While he did think that, it wasn't just a simple decision for him.

"Urgh! Whatever, I will think about it after the competition."

Alex put away the book and left the room. It was way in the afternoon, so he went to search for the jaguar.