"Among the magic I know, there is indeed one that is currently most suitable for Ankh to cultivate."
Ankh raised an eyebrow with interest and asked curiously, "What kind of magic is that?"
After the battle last night, he had a full understanding of his own shortcomings.
Insufficient magic power, poor physical condition, single attack methods… In short, he lacked everything.
Moreover, according to Seram, the Super Magic, Terror, consumed exceptionally little magic because it was Ankh's exclusive magic in the past, so the magic power was quite compatible.
Ankh had to believe this explanation.
Seram said that it and he were once gods, and Ankh still found it hard to believe.
But no matter what Ankh thought, all signs indicated that Seram's words should be correct.
So, Ankh asked curiously, "What magic is that?"
"According to this world's classification, it could barely be considered a Super Magic, named Titan Gravity Magic."
Seram's voice was very smug, very satisfied with the magic it had chosen.
Ankh's mind worked quickly, and he asked, "From the name, is it magic that can apply gravity?"
"No, no, no, it's not applying gravity, it's complete control over 'force'."
As soon as Seram finished speaking, a huge stream of information flooded into Ankh's mind, and detailed information about Titan Gravity unfolded before him.
Legend has it that in a certain world, there existed a powerful race called the Titans, and their proudest talent was this magic, Titan Gravity.
After fully comprehending this magic, Ankh could not only apply gravity to enemies but also remotely change the force of other objects.
Ankh could freely manipulate and change the direction, magnitude, and even existence of force with the magic power within him.
After roughly understanding this magic, Ankh's eyes lit up, and he smiled in surprise, "This magic is really good!"
Strength, after all, is the most basic means of attack for people; if he mastered this magic, any physical attack would be completely useless to Ankh!
"This magic is the Titans' magic, good for grand, sweeping movements, so developing the finer details might require a lot of effort."
Ankh nodded, and said confidently, "Don't worry, I will make this magic flourish!"
"Besides that, I've also figured out a body refining method for you. It's going to be very painful!"
Ankh grinned, his still-young face now appearing even more captivating, and he sneered, "I've already died once, who cares about that!"
Seram fell silent upon hearing this. After a while, a large amount of information reappeared in Ankh's mind, all about the applications of Titan Gravity.
"The Titans are not only powerful in Gravity Magic, but their physique is also exceptional. Therefore, training according to the Titans' Gravity Magic can temper your body."
Ankh nodded thoughtfully, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and concentrated, muttering:
"Using gravity to squeeze and temper the body, like forging iron, relentlessly refining the body—this method is truly simple and brutal…"
"Though savage, it is very effective."
Ankh nodded, took a deep breath, and the magic power within him, following Seram's guidance, surged with a powerful force through his meridians.
At the same time, an excruciating pain that felt like tearing bones, flesh, and blood swept over him. The sudden pain was like a tsunami, and Ankh's small face was instantly struck pale.
Fine beads of sweat constantly emerged on Ankh's face, his crimson lips were tightly bitten, and his scarlet eyes glowed with a fierce light, yet he made no sound.
Compared to the physical pain, Ankh's many years of darkness in the past were far more terrifying; no disaster could compare to that!
During that time, Ankh only had Seram left. Now, having regained his life, he naturally had to seize every opportunity to live better.
And the most important step was to become stronger than anyone else!
After an unknown period, the constant sounds of bones and flesh breaking and reassembling, tearing and fusing within Ankh's body finally stopped, and he immediately collapsed onto the bed.
Powerlessness… At this moment, only this adjective remained in Ankh's mind.
A profound sense of powerlessness spread through his body, and then a warm current began to churn, making Ankh feel much more comfortable.
"This barbaric self-mutilating training method not only tempers the mind but is also highly efficient. Just this one session is probably equivalent to a month of hard training for an average Mage."
Ankh recovered a little strength, closed his eyes, and whispered, "It consumes too much physical and mental energy…"
"And, I'm so hungry!"
Ankh said, covering his stomach, his features slightly distorted.
Since the massacre last night, Ankh hadn't eaten anything, and now he was so hungry his front was sticking to his back.
"Time to find something to eat…" Ankh leaped off the bed, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the mirror on the headboard, and his little heart couldn't help but twitch.
Damn it, this face was really too "girly"!
Ankh, with a dark expression, punched the mirror, and shards of glass scattered everywhere.
His definition of handsome was that of a masculine, virile man. His current appearance truly made Ankh somewhat unable to look directly at himself.
"Relax… It's actually quite good. In human terms, this face should be called universally attractive."
Ankh spat, and whispered, "Boring."
After an afternoon of training, Ankh's originally listless spirit had recovered, and he walked towards the guild with renewed vigor.
As he reached the guild entrance, before he could even step inside, a huge bang suddenly erupted from within.
Hmm?
Ankh frowned. Such a loud commotion, were people fighting?
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Just as Ankh stood stunned at the entrance, the massive wooden guild doors were violently thrown open, and two unidentified objects slid out at high speed.
Ankh calmly dodged the two large black "rats" by stepping aside, letting them fall to the ground with a splat.
Turning his head, he saw that the things that had flown out were actually two people.
Ankh tilted his head, looking curiously at the fallen Gray and Natsu.
What was this, performance art?
The naked Gray and the dazed Natsu, eyes spinning, lay completely unconscious on the ground, foam at their mouths.
"Oh! It's Ankh. Is something wrong?"
Just then, a tender female voice came from the guild entrance. Ankh looked over and found it was Erza, carrying a five-meter-long greatsword… Ankh covered his stomach and said very honestly, "I'm hungry."
The giant blade glowed and then dissipated. Erza tapped her palm with her fist and realized, "I forgot, Ankh hasn't eaten yet, right!"
"I was so busy dealing with these two. Come with me."
Ankh looked sympathetically at the unconscious Natsu and Gray.
Poor kids, getting childhood trauma at such a young age.
As soon as Erza led Ankh into the guild, Natsu, who had been playing dead, jumped up, clutching the large bump on his head and roaring angrily:
"Damn Erza!"
"Next time, I'll definitely win!"