Not a mentor, but called one to manipulate!

The world narrowed.

One second, Ryan was standing in the shadow of something massive. The next, the giant's face descended like a mountain falling from the sky. Craggy skin, eyes glowing like dying suns, and breath that smelled like ancient stone—he was close. Too close.

Ryan didn't move. Couldn't move.

Then came the voice. Deep. Timeless. A rumble that shook the air itself.

"Why should you run, young man?"

"I was joking, good sir! Swear on my life!"

Ryan's heart hammered against his ribs. He managed a weak smile, though his legs itched to flee. No matter how unafraid or sigma a man might be, when he faces something a hundred times more colossal than him—his body would scream in fear. Even if his mind remained like a rippleless ancient well, his body would react.

And Ryan's body was screaming like a dog in heat.

Wait wait, when this happens, you must become ice cold like a main character from Xianxia novels.