Logan wanted to try the gravity domain, but he went overboard and directly expanded a 10x gravity domain. And the moment he expanded…
BAM!
His body crashed into the ground like a stone pillar being slammed. The stone tiles cracked beneath his knees. Dust filled the air like light smoke. Sweat beaded instantly on his forehead as his muscles trembled under the crushing pressure.
He tried to move, gritting his teeth with a pale face.
But no…
Ten times gravity… it was… it was way too much, he thought to himself.
His limbs felt numb. He tried to lift his right arm—barely moved an inch.
Magic?
He channeled fire into his palm.
Poof.
The flame flickered—and died.
As if fuel had finished in a lighter.
Logan coughed, forcing himself to breathe slowly. His entire body throbbed as if chains wrapped around every joint. He collapsed flatly on the ground, panting into the dirt.
"This… is not how I imagined it."
Release!
He released the gravity field with a soft sigh of defeat.
Normal pressure returned.
Then he felt like he came out of a deep ocean after holding his breath for an hour.
But Logan smiled anyway. Blood trickled like a thin line, but still visible, from the corner of his lip. And face ashen with dirt on it. It looked a bit horrific.
"This is perfect."
Next Morning. He couldn't continue training any longer after the incident the previous day.
Servants whispered as they passed by the training yard. Nobles peeked from balconies with curiosity in their eyes.
There, in the center of the courtyard, Logan was crawling.
Not walking.
Crawling.
He dragged his limbs slowly across the ground. Every movement awkward and twitchy—felt like a polio patient walking with difficulty.
Alice watched from the veranda with wide eyes.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked softly.
Even Ardyn's brow furrowed. "Is he… injured?"
Rudeous sneered from behind his cup of tea. "So much for being a prodigy and making my hopes high. Maybe the duel drained him after all."
Only Abraham, the court mage, and Kael from the other corner of the training ground remained silent—eyes sharp with curiosity.
Logan pushed himself up, every vein in his neck standing out like cords. His legs wobbled, knees buckling with each step.
"Two times gravity…" he whispered to himself. "I can handle it… I have to handle it."
He tried to summon a fireball.
Nothing.
Tried again.
A flicker… then poof.
Gone.
Alice looked disheartened. "Did something happen to him? Should we go for a medical check-up?"
Ardyn suddenly stood.
"No," he muttered. "Wait."
He narrowed his eyes.
"He's not sick. Not injured. He's—"
"Training…" Abraham finished.
Ardyn nodded slowly.
"He's used gravity magic on himself. More like creating a domain and standing on it."
Rudeous blinked. "You mean like burning oneself with fire? But why in the hell would anyone do that?"
"To temper his body," Ardyn said quietly. "To cast spells under pressure… to break his limits."
Everyone went silent.
In the center of the courtyard, Logan stumbled and fell again.
But he didn't stop.
Even Darius was astonished. "Up to what length is he willing to go?"
Three Days Later
He moved like a stiff puppet, but this time—he could walk. Step by step. Each footfall was shaky but determined, and left a light trail behind wherever he passed.
More days passed in the blink of an eye as everyone continued to enjoy this drama from the sidelines.
After 10 Days
Two times gravity no longer crushed him.
He raised a hand—and summoned a fireball. Small, dim—but alive.
Logan grinned.
"Time for 3x."
The Cycle Began
With each jump in gravity, his body felt like it was breaking all over again.
At 3x, he barely managed to cast anything. His own weight crushed his posture. His reflexes slowed.
Every audience was in doubt again.
Didn't he move normally yesterday? I thought he adapted with the gravity.
Then why acting and moving weird again?
Maybe he increased the gravity?
What?! Whispers continued to grow.
But by the end of the 3rd week, under 3x gravity, he could move. Not easily. Not gracefully. But functionally.
And then came 4x. The same torture.
Then 5x.
The world became denser. Every breath a task. Every step in the ground a deep footprint. Every spell a gamble. But the moment he stabilized under one level, he jumped to the next.
No rest.
No shortcuts.
5x. Then 10x.
His body collapsed under the weight. But this time, he didn't black out. He crawled across the training yard, arms trembling but steady.
He cast wind blades from the ground.
One fizzled.
The second cut a mark across the stone.
He grinned.
Week 10
Logan now trained, ate, read, and even bathed under the weight of gravity magic.
15x.
20x.
His training attire clung to him, heavy with sweat.
"He's… still growing."
Everyone continued to watch from the sidelines with amazement—like they didn't even want to blink for fear of missing the climax of a thriller movie.
Mirena observed from afar.
Kael and Abraham continued their observations as well.
Tension became Alice's best friend. Seeing her son trying and experimenting with strange training methods every day, she grew more worried with each passing day.
"What is this boy turning into?" Rudeous thought.
Six Months Later
It was already evening.
The moon hung low, casting pale light across the courtyard.
Logan stood alone. By the time he finished his training, everyone else had already left.
Barefoot. Shirtless. His breath slow. Calm.
"Thirty times gravity."
Release!
Smoke arose.
He slightly tipped a bit, almost losing balance.
But didn't collapse.
He stood… like a titan. Muscles tired under continuous strain for the last 6 months.
It wasn't just physical strength and mana training. To hold a gravity domain for 24 hours every single day, his mind had to fight an endless battle.
But now…
His eyes shone with a glimmer. Words can't explain that shine.
Even being fully exhausted, he felt so light. Like a feather. He looked above. Then bent down—
Boom!
He jumped. The ground beneath his foot cracked.
And within a blink of an eye—
He was in the air. At least 80 feet from the ground. Equivalent to a seven-story building.
Even Logan himself was flabbergasted. His cultivation was just in the Martial Disciple stage. Just two stages above Body Refinement level.
But the feat he conquered…
It shocked even Logan.
A gust of wind swirled around him. He dropped back to the earth.
He wanted to try his fist. He didn't target anything. Just in the air.
He drew his fist back, elbow tucked close, like loading tension into a spring. Then released it in a clean burst, cutting through the air.
Swoosh!
His punch tore through the air, creating waves like ripples in a river.
Boom!…..
To be continued…