Passing through the portal, Onest found himself standing in an endless field, with tiny grass growing sparsely across the barren landscape.
It almost appeared like an enormous football stadium, devoid of spectators and life.
"This will be your training area for the next 400 months." Suddenly a voice sounded from behind Onest, echoing across the empty expanse.
Upon turning, he found that it was the crying monk, hadn't he gone with Shitless? His sudden appearance was jarring.
But that wasn't important, frowning he asked: "400? The time here flows differently from the outside?" His mind was already racing with the implications.
"Exactly" crying monk nodded, then started explaining: "Your status will soon rise to level 10 demi god, but those gods are very strong, so I will do my best to increase your strength as much as possible."
There was a heaviness to his words, an understanding of the burden ahead.
