Chapter 119
The next day, Grey woke up early as usual. He settled in the center of the room, legs crossed, and began meditating, focusing intently on strengthening his mana core.
He maintained his position, unwavering, for twenty minutes—his core slowly expanding at an impressive rate of one percent every ten minutes.
Just as he was hitting a solid rhythm, making remarkable progress—
"Yoo! What a good morning!" Raze's loud yawn shattered the silence as he stretched on his bed.
Grey's eyes snapped open, a prominent vein twitching on his forehead from the interruption. "Good morning, Grey! Why are you sitting on the floor like that?" Raze asked innocently.
Grey rose to his feet slowly, radiating suppressed fury. "What… did I say about talking too much?"
Raze gulped, visibly shaken. "I… I'm sorry."
With a scoff, Grey grabbed his uniform and stalked into the bathroom.