Chapter 44: The weakling trying to become stronger (VI)
Fuming, I sat for a bit before slowly standing, slinging my backpack on and inching toward the door.
I wasn’t sure if Gu Xuanyun was still outside, but the next ten minutes were dead silent.
I’d done enough training for today—barely any strength left to mess around in the gravity field—so I decided to leave.
Gu Xuanyun wants the field? Fine! But he’s paying me compensation first!
At the door, I took a deep breath, cracked the battered door slightly, and peeked out.
Gu Xuanyun was still there, crouching with a look like he was questioning his life.
He noticed the door creak, slowly looking up at me.
His expression was odd—cold, but tinged with embarrassment. It was almost funny, but I held back, giving him a chilly stare.
“…That… wasn’t on purpose.”
He looked at me, silent for a moment, then stood, speaking awkwardly, trying to sound humble.
…Sure, I’m weak! But I’m not someone he can afford to offend!
I’m the only one around who can make his [Holy High-Tier Revival Potion]!
“…”
I stared, saying nothing.
“…Uh, Su Mengmeng?”
He hesitated, testing my name.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
I replied, word by word, with a “who are you, I don’t know you” look.
He froze, clearly aware I was pissed.
“…I didn’t know it was you in the gravity field… I’ve always had priority here, so… sorry.”
He spoke haltingly, and for the first time, I saw this cool-headed guy look so awkward.
Though, come to think of it, we haven’t met that many times, have we?
I thought, keeping my face stern.
“‘Sorry’ is enough?”
“…”
I glared, not holding back.
Then, I made a gesture at him.
…Pay up!
“…Fine, fine, little ancestor, here.”
Looking helpless, he pulled out a crystal and tossed it to me.
I checked it—a low-mid-tier crystal, worth about one gold coin and five hundred silver.
“Hmph, that’ll do.”
His apology carried some weight, so I snorted, pocketed the crystal, opened the door, and walked out, letting the incident slide.
“Why are you here? I thought some clueless jerk was hogging my spot.”
He gave a wry smile, asking softly.
“Can’t I be here? And since when could VIP training fields be reserved?”
I shot him a look, snapping back—sure, I let it go, but I’m not exactly cheerful, so no way I’m chatting happily with him.
“This place… whatever. As a Level 10 Alchemist, you probably have the same VIP status as me, so the supervisor let you use it.”
He paused, shook his head helplessly, then gave me an odd look.
“But aren’t you an alchemist? What’re you doing in a gravity field?”