บท 215: Firestorm.

''Ah!'' Isaac's eyes snapped open as he sat up with cold sweat pouring down from his pores.

''Haahhh… Haahhh…'' With a painful gaze, he touched his waist, which was aching.

Looking around him, he noticed that he had returned from the dreamland.

Around him, the dusty and neglected building's walls were protecting him from the cold.

''Ahhh… It was crazy…'' He covered his face, and for the last several hours, he fought against the Mythical Figure; and he would like to say that he fought well, but it would be a lie.

Even though he was God in his own dreamland, he didn't even manage to scratch his opponent!

The Mythical Figure mopped the floor with him.

He died thousands of times, and sometimes he managed to fight back, but that didn't last long, and he was killed instantly.

His back ached, and even though he got regenerated in the dreamland, some of the pain was still transferred to his avatar, but it was a very minuscule amount.