*EXTRA LONG CHAPTER*
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Weeks continued to pass. Eventually, only one day remained before the worldwide game event began.
At this point, Midas had nearly finished absorbing every single beast core within the cove. Now, only a small pile of C-tier cores remained.
Midas closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as he took multiple perfect third breaths. Doing this, he found it easy to further train his breathing, along with cultivating his core at the same time. It was a two-for-one deal.
Noticing this was quite satisfying and relieving, even. It felt like a period of time where Midas dedicated all his effort to the single cause of getting stronger.
It was Midas doing nothing but stepping toward victory, which felt amazing.
The mana from the few remaining C-tier beast cores quickly began to seep out into the air. It was quickly sucked up by a strong magnetic force within Midas's body.
