CHAPTER 131
It took an immense amount of effort for Ray to actually regain control over his own physical form.
Unfortunately, since he had granted Elyon two hours of autonomy, the celestial made sure to utilize every single second to the maximum potential—systematically damaging Ray's reputation further with every passing minute.
He had wandered from place to place, persistently asking to be praised and patted on the head like a pampered pet.
While some students awkwardly complied with the bizarre requests, others simply chased him away with mocking laughter and stinging insults.
Bruce had laughed throughout the entire ordeal until Ray, fueled by pure indignation, finally managed to smack Elyon out of the mental chair.
He regained control mid-bow just as he was soliciting praise from a bewildered Aspirant.
The moment he felt his limbs belong to him again, Ray awkwardly bolted from the scene, the echoes of collective laughter ringing in his ears.
