Broken Sword's
Ch. 35: Practicing in the Dream Dimension Room

The gate opened, Baramun exited through the protective aisle. The creaking of the door that was pulled to close made Baramun's footsteps even heavier.

Fangs.

Your destiny from today is no longer here.

***

The new location where the Demon race lived shifted more to the west. Baramun whose strength was not held back by the protective arai immediately changed shape as soon as he entered the intermediate region.

Hiding Fang in a dark robe, Baramun made sure no one suspected him. The son of man is brought by Satan, if caught, Baramun will be on the wanted and punishable criminal list!

Avoiding the main road. Baramun passes through the rainforest for a detour. Dressed wet, the shoes worn by Baramun were already full of mud. Trying to keep Fang from getting wet, always allowed the location of the bamboo umbrella.

The sun also began to fall. Not finding a dry place or cave to shelter, Baramun climbed into one of the largest trees sturdy and dense. Tonight the two of them can only sleep in this place.

Pinched Fang's nose which did not move though, Baramun had to stop because it was useless. This kid is a real coma and not just sleeping. Opening the lid of the pot of drinking water, Baramun fed Fang a diluted porridge.

***

Fang began to practice using magic. All the almost forgotten spells one by one he tried. The dream dimension room also follows the needs of practice. Now Fang is by the lake. His eyes glittered sharply. Jumping, Fang walked on the calm water.

Just satisfied, power gone. Fang splashed and drowned. Touching his nose, Fang breathed smoothly. The magic in his body was not as strong as that of his previous body. Swim to ride, Fang imagined the dry situation and the dream dimension turned into a barren field.

Drying the clothes, on Fang's palm came out a small wind sweep that turned into the size of his palm. Blowing the wind, the entire body dried up instantly.

Whistling.

His voice is still reflected.

This dream dimension room is not large and square in shape. Folding his legs to sit down, Fang cleared his mind.

The yellow aura on his divine root had turned yellow. Waita minute. The colors on his divine roots that were beginning to form were sorted like the colors of the stones he swallowed?!

Practicing for a long time. He had only climbed one level! Calculated since he had fallen into dreamland, wasn't this a year or so?

Fang's dizzy.

Opening his eyes, Fang's body lay limp.

One year to ascend to the green aura. Then how long did it take to ascend to the red aura? She wants to eat rice, hiks.

***

Kuro welcomes Baramun back home.

"You're back sooner than I thought."

Baramun half-bent, "My king. I came back for one thing."

Kuro glanced at the large object carried on Baramun's back. "What did you bring?"

Kuro's dark eyes flashed, a glimpse of the red color appearing and disappearing. "It's Fang?" Kuro's tongue licks his lips.

"The boy died and you offered him meat for me to eat?"

Baramun took a step back as Kuro's hand was about to grab. "No. My King, this kid is alive."

Sharp-nailed hand pulled. Kuro's view was not hungry. "Then why is he lying down to sleep.wake up."

Baramun's face was embarrassed. "This kid's in a coma."

***

Practice and practice.

Fang, who had begun to control every magic element, was now looking at the huge furnace that had emerged from the air.

Now Fang had only understood why the practitioners had not written a continuation after swallowing the four stones for the resurrection of the divine root. There are two options. The first died and the second was trapped in the dream dimension and finally died.

If Fang couldn't bear it, his sanity and mentality would have been eroded away. Unyielding, Fang dragged the refining furnace to a flatter place.

Inside the furnace there are already potions that can be directly processed. Fang took out one by one the medicine was shaped and smelled strange. Sniffed some for identification, then realized that this was the ingredient for refining bone strengthening pills.

This room did not intend to provide the ingredients and make him purify the pills for him to eat right? The hesitant Fang did not start the purification and focused on continuing his own training.

Physicals take care. The skin on the abdomen became soft, not wanting to look like a classmate named Dadang who had strange lines on the abdomen, Fang began to practice physical strength.

Sit up repeatedly. Fang knew this was all useless. His real body is sleeping. In the dream room he could only develop talent within the body.

Scratching his head in annoyance, Fang sat in front of the refining furnace. Purple flames appeared as Fang threw out one by one the medicinal ingredients. Keeping the temperature balance as well as the medicinal aura, Fang who was too rash was startled as the contents of the furnace exploded.

***

Kuro brings the kidnapped doctor secretly to see Fang's condition. Two human doctors and one Elf doctor were blindfolded and led to read Fang's coma pulse.

"So, can you tell me why this kid is sleeping and not waking up?"

Two human doctors admitted that their talents were not that great and shook their heads. The doctor from the elf race said, "this child, can I tell where it came from?"

Kuro was silent and everyone understood. You must not ask and are only allowed to answer questions.

the doubtful Elf Doctor finally shook his head as well. In the examination he did not find anything strange on Fang's body. All the organs were functioning well unless he had time to sense a strange fluctuation in Fang who had no divine root at all.

This child obviously had the hereditary element of a human in the lower region, but he was suspicious just now. Well, maybe too late if you just assume.

"I didn't find anything either."

***

Black smoke filled the dimensional room. Fang was coughing and tight.

His eyes were sharp and he had trouble seeing.

Then the room returned to its original state. The refining furnace was also whole as new and the medicinal herbs that had just been burned were still lying fresh inside the furnace.

The dimensional space has changed the way it works. Fang was unable to change the atmosphere of the dimensional space to train for battle using magic and could only repeat refining the refining pill when he failed.

Failed once and repeated once. Then when he failed so many times, Fang wanted to cry right. Her smooth life from rebirth to the age of ten had to run aground the second she swallowed four damn stones.

Fang calmed down. Similar to the events of the past. All new things must be learned and what is forgotten must be reviewed. Bone strengthening pill refining was an easy one level pill to make. Failing at level one, Fang who used to be considered a swordsman and the number one mage bowed in embarrassment.

Thank goodness he studied in the dream dimension without anyone seeing him or listening. Bad luck is known to people and his image is tarnished.