Harry sat cross-legged, trying to improve his soul cultivation. But before that, he checked his dantian.
He rarely checked it since he had nothing to do with it. The only thing he could do was cycle the energy in his body to lessen fatigue and recuperate lost Qi.
When he found his cultivation plumting, his mind wandered to his dantian. As he cycled his Qi through his body, he could see energy seeping out of his dantian as clearly as day.
It was hard for Harry to digest, so he ditated, and his senses enabled him to see his dantian.
It looked like a pot, inside which a light blue energy was swirling.
Everything looked normal, but just as he was about to withdraw, his eyes fell on a dark blue root in the middle of his dantian.
The blue color of the root camouflaged among the blue Qi energy. Harry would have missed it if he hadn’t noticed the imbalance in the swirling pattern.
As Harry looked closely, it gave him an ominous feeling, as if it was moving independently giving sign of life.
His senses snapped back, and he looked toward the three blue fruits lying beside his bed.
He skimd through his space ring—there were piles of corpses, so weapons, and a lot of crystals. Then there were luxury items like chairs, a camp, a bed, a pair of shoes.
He ignored all of them until his eyes landed on so paper and a pen. He brought them out instantly.
Before Harry could look inside the pages, he saw words written on the front cover: "Escape."
His mind struggled to comprehend the aning, but he forced himself to write two other words beside the previous one:
"Fruit danger."
He didn’t rember when he wrote the last word, and his heavy mind told him that soon, he wouldn’t rember writing the new ones either.
As he put the paper back, his mind lightened, losing the will to fight back against the constant pressure.
The mont he relaxed, everything that happened in the past five minutes vanished from his mory.
He sat cross-legged again, trying to train his soul cultivation, but noticed his energy leaking from his dantian.
He checked his dantian and saw the blue root. As he stared at it, his gaze shifted to the three fruits beside his bed.
Then ca a struggle—a struggle of will... the thought of the fruit began to slip away. He hurriedly grabbed a pen and paper. As he was about to write sothing, his eyes fell upon the words:
"Escape"
"Fruit danger."
He stood up and vanished into the shadows, fighting ntally against sothing that was fighting him.
His will clashed with a vague presence.
As he approached the edge of the settlent in the dark night, he erged from the shadows. Looking at himself, he was perplexed.
"Why am I here?" It didn’t make sense. Why would he co all the way out here? He tried to recall sothing that could explain it.
His brows furrowed when he realized he had no clue why he was standing there so far from his room. He looked up the tree whose branches blocked the moonlight.
Harry sighed dejectedly and returned to his room. His eyes were heavy, as if he had fought an arduous battle. He lay in bed.
The night passed, and the sun rose. Harry’s eyes opened, feeling refreshed. His mind felt clear, ready for anything—but then he realized he had nothing to do.
He looked beside his bed and grabbed a fruit, chewing it happily. The sweet taste lifted his mood.
Then he sat cross-legged again to cultivate his soul energy—only to realize his energy was leaking.
He checked his cultivation and saw that he had fallen from the peak of level 6 to the average of level 6. It wasn’t temporary—he had lost it permanently.
He was about to check his dantian but flinched.
"Wait... wait," Harry stopped himself.
He pondered, According to the rate I’m losing energy, I shouldn’t have dropped a quarter of my level in re minutes. This could only an it’s been happening for a while.
Things weren’t adding up. If it had been going on for so long, why was he only noticing now? It wasn’t hard for him to detect energy leakage—so why not earlier?
He focused seriously, trying to rember what happened earlier—but nothing ca to mind.
"Mind hex," he blurted out.
It was the only explanation.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed earlier—I had noticed before, maybe multiple tis—but kept forgetting.
I must have checked my dantian before. Sothing about it caused the mory loss.
"I’m always forgetting sothing related to specific things," Harry concluded.
Strangely, these theories didn’t vanish from his mory.
He felt nothing unusual—it was all normal. He had expected to forget these thoughts if it was really a mind hex, but he didn’t.
That led Harry to question himself—was he just making it all up?
He didn’t know what happened in the previous cycles, but his mind was sharp enough to piece together this information. Still, he was human.
Random theories without concrete proof or any confirmation from another person were hard to accept.
For now, he had two possible conclusions: either he was just imagining things... or certain triggers caused him to forget.
If it was the latter, he was sure he hadn’t encountered those triggers yet—but that only made him more tense, because those triggers might be the key.
His mind wandered—from the happiest monts to the darkest atrocities like murder and cannibalism—but nothing triggered anything.
He didn’t forget anything.
He gave up. His trembling hands reached into his ring. He rembered taking out the paper and pen with the intention to write—but not what he wrote.
That alone was the only evidence supporting his theory. But now he was at a stalemate. If he didn’t read it, he might never figure out what was happening. To his current self, everything seed normal—except for the energy loss.
He used all the ways he had to fortify his ntal defence, everything he learned from the academy.
And then he looked at the paper:
"Escape"
"Fruit danger."
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