Chapter 395: Throbbing Pain

Leon wasn’t sure if he was currently as strong as Archon Vyrra or if he’d potentially already surpassed her. Only a direct comparison would reveal that truth eventually.

I’m so excited for the next rift attack. The loot is going to be absolutely wild.

Time blurred together as Leon continued his relentless training.

He reached level 100 in Hydra’s Division quite a while ago—achieving perfect mastery. He’d even sent his clone to train independently in a distant section of the realm, effectively doubling his training efficiency.

Now his primary focus had shifted entirely to increasing the mastery levels of all his various Auras.

His ambitious target: reach level 3 mastery in every single Aura he’d learned up until this point.

He knew this would be extraordinarily difficult—perhaps the hardest training goal he’d ever set. But he pushed relentlessly toward it anyway, utilizing every moment and every resource available.

Finally, Leon felt like he genuinely couldn’t endure anymore. He would go completely insane if he tried pushing any further beyond this point.

His mind felt like it was physically expanding and contracting, pressure building behind his eyes until they throbbed.

I need to stop. Now.

In total time expenditure, he’d broken far beyond his previous training limit.

The first session had been 43.5 subjective hours—which translated to roughly one hour of actual time in the dimensional realm, thanks to the tome’s compression combined with the realm’s existing time dilation.

However, this time Leon had trained for a full fifty subjective years when accounting for all the tome uses and his clone’s simultaneous practice.

Fifty years of focused, intensive Aura development compressed into just over one hour of real time.

He’d pushed himself as hard as physically and mentally possible, but he couldn’t continue beyond this threshold.

My head is buzzing far worse than before. Like insects crawling inside my skull.

He felt instinctively that he shouldn’t push past this fifty-hour continuous limit—which amounted to roughly one hour and several minutes in the outside Pyrrhan world. Going beyond would likely cause some form of permanent neurological damage to his consciousness.

To go beyond this threshold safely, I’d need significantly more Intelligence stat points. My current near two thousand isn’t quite sufficient for longer sessions.

What had he achieved during this brutal, extended training period?

Leon had successfully reached level 3 mastery in all the basic elemental Auras: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, and Ice.

These foundational elements now responded to his will with unprecedented precision and power.

He’d also reached level 2 mastery in the more complex, advanced Auras: Illusion, Life, Space, Light, and lastly, Holy affinity.

Leon had genuinely tried pushing his Holy affinity all the way to level 3, but he’d felt it was still a long, long way from that threshold. The divine energy required a fundamentally different understanding than standard elements.

So he’d made the tactical decision to bring his other advanced Auras up to level 2 instead, creating a more balanced overall capability.

The results were more than satisfactory.

With his newly profound Aura masteries, dramatically increased elemental control over every element he possessed, and finally, his 100% strength clone capability—

I’ve become something genuinely terrifying.

But he desperately needed to relax for an extended while now. This training method was incredibly fast and efficient—he’d gained decades worth of progress in hours—but it was also extraordinarily taxing on his mental stability.

Seraphine’s lovely face appeared unbidden in his mind. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she looked at him with such trust and desire.

I should visit her again soon. Ground myself in something real, other than this endless training.

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Previously, Leon had detected something significant at the very start of his intensive training period within the dimensional realm.

The tribulation clouds forming in the distance—massive, dark storm systems crackling with supernatural lightning.

Seraphine. She’s advancing.

At that exact moment, he’d teleported himself high above her position without alerting her to his presence, remaining invisible through his Illusion affinity. From his aerial vantage point, he’d observed the entire ordeal as she faced her own tribulation.

She handled it remarkably well, with no major problems or life-threatening complications.

The nine thunder strikes descended one after another with increasing brutality, but Seraphine endured each one with gritted teeth and unwavering determination. Her body was battered, burned, bleeding—but she never once screamed for it to stop or used the system’s option to halt progression.

She’s pushing through all nine strikes. Going for maximum advancement.

Leon felt genuinely proud watching her demonstration of willpower and determination to grow stronger. He understood intimately how painful those lightning strikes were—he’d experienced them himself recently, felt his body torn apart and rebuilt.

She was proving herself. Becoming worthy of standing beside me.

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For that incredible display of courage and resolve, he absolutely intended to reward her thoroughly.

And he knew better than anyone what she loved receiving most—far more than any material treasure or resource.

Me. She wants me.

Also, practically speaking, the fastest and most effective way to soothe this throbbing headache plaguing him from excessive training was to spend quality, intimate time together with her; it worked like a charm before, life and light elemental do nothing. Grounding himself in physical pleasure and emotional connection.

She’s the perfect medicine.

This time, he didn’t simply teleport her directly to his location without warning.

That felt too abrupt, too impersonal for what he wanted. When she was too focused on training, he felt her presence in the distant grassfield.

Seraphine was practicing alone in an isolated clearing, working diligently through the advanced techniques Leon had transcribed for her. Sweat glistened on her skin as she moved through complex forms, lightning crackling around her arms.

Suddenly, she felt an intent—not a voice exactly, but a clear mental communication directly in her mind.

Leon!

She immediately recognized what it was: Leon’s unique ability within the dimensional realm to communicate with her through the Mark of Dimension he’d given her access to.

She briefly wished he had something similar for the outside world—some way to stay connected even when separated by distance. She’d definitely talk to him about developing that later.

But right now, my main focus is on him. Only him.

She was genuinely excited and thrilled to receive communication from him. It hadn’t even been that long since they’d separated after breakfast— about 6 weeks had passed, which was too little time in the standard of how they train in the dimensional realm.

But instead of bothering me, this makes my heart throb with happiness.

Knowing he couldn’t stay away from her for long, that he craved her presence as much as she craved his—she absolutely loved that desperate need between them.

His intent was clear and simple: he wanted to see her. Be with her. Now.

Seraphine responded eagerly with her own intent, relaying her enthusiastic agreement through their connection.

I would love nothing more than to be with you right now. Take me.

In the very next instant, her vision went dark for a millisecond—that familiar sensation of spatial teleportation folding reality around her.

When her sight cleared, she stood directly in front of Leon in his private space.

The smile on her face was radiant, unbridled joy and desire mixed together.

Without waiting for any words or pleasantries, Seraphine immediately pounced on him with feral enthusiasm. She launched herself forward and jumped, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as he caught her instinctively.

His strong arms wrapped securely around her waist, holding her close. Her legs locked behind his back, pulling their bodies flush together.

"I love you, Leon," she laid her feelings through words to which Leon responded with heart.

"I love you too, Seraphine."

Right after hearing those words.

Her lips crashed into his with a desperation that spoke louder than words—hot, hungry, devouring.—their tongues immediately battling for dominance, sliding wetly against each other in hungry exploration.

Slrrp~

Mmph~

Slrp~

The wet, lewd sounds of their intense kissing filled the space.

The passionate kiss made Seraphine feel butterflies erupting wildly in her stomach, her pussy clenching involuntarily with building excitement and arousal. Heat flooded through her core, wetness already gathering.

For Leon, the throbbing, persistent pain in his overtaxed mind began soothing immediately—melting away under the warmth of her body pressed against his, the taste of her mouth, the desperate need in her kiss.

This. This is exactly what I needed.

His headache receded like fog burning away in sunlight, replaced by pure present-moment awareness of her in his arms.