As the group walked back, Achilles kept hearing these damn voices having a heated argument.
"Why the fuck did you have to show him THAT fight, you feathered fuck?"
"Hey, I wanted to look cool, so I just showed him a little bit of my fight with that crocodile in the past. Besides, it's not like you want to do the same."
"That's not the point! Why are you doing it in the first place anyway? There was no reason to show him how you kept spamming your Sky Slam on Cipactli for half the fight!"
Achilles wanted to ignore the voices, but they were numerous, and it wasn't like he could just tell them to shut the fuck up, if he didn't even know who they were. But judging from how the first and third voices were talking to the second voice, he assumed it had to be Quetzalcoatl or something.
The voices continued to bicker and compare their achievements to each other as the group walked back to the hotel, and most of it, Achilles was actively tuning out.
Once inside, he went back to his room and began to work on his mana control, or what he liked to call his cultivation. Let it be known, Achilles was a fan of cultivation novels, like Pastor Madness, and now that he had the opportunity to do something similar to it, he was extremely excited for it.
He giggled to himself with a wide grin as he formed two orbs of mana, moving them around in a Möbius strip pattern repeatedly while eating a lemon. He also loved the taste of sour things, especially sour candies. But he was also insane enough to actually drink lemon juice straight from the source, because it had a good taste to it.
He wondered if this was how vampires felt, drinking from their victims as if they were Raprisun pouches. It was a bit funny, and he nearly lost control of the orbs, so he focused on them.
With the trio, they were downstairs eating eggs and pancakes for breakfast with the residents in the building, chatting and joking around. Many were asking about their experience in the dungeon, what they got from it, and if they could join them next time.
It was around the middle of the morning, nothing much was happening, and spirits were high. Of course, a few people did want to talk to Achilles, but he locked himself in his room as he cultivated, and no one disturbed him for many hours after.
Around noon, the trio had gone out to explore and get more supplies. They raided several shops, supermarkets, and stores, taking as much food as they wanted, since, for some strange reason, it was all restocked the next day. Kimsung wanted to test it, so he had left a few of the shelves empty. He even removed the boxes from them just to see how it worked.
Then, they went around the city, killing a few monsters here and there, but finding very few dungeons, only enough for them to reach F-rank, which was good, and they'd probably leave afterwards.
After coming back, it was around six o'clock. Nearly six hours were spent traveling around the city and finding the remaining dungeons for their rank-up goal. They returned to the hotel tired. Achilles had finally left his room, having learned how to move two orbs, and upgraded to three while exercising his mana veins bit by bit.
Originally, they had been only a thirty-second of an inch wide, but now, he'd made it twice as large, at a sixteenth of an inch wide. As a result, the mana veins' growth had made his body develop, actually cleaning his body completely. His skin felt softer, and he felt more energized.
His eyesight had improved, and he could think more clearly. His mind felt clean and bigger than before, the small details of things he saw all taken into account. He looked down and was able to see through the floors of the hotel, seeing so many different flows of energies.
He saw much larger flows at the very bottom of the building, so he assumed it had to be Kimsung and the siblings who had just returned. If the gains from his mana veins were this great, just what more could they change later on?
Achilles checked his system; his mana reserves were much larger than before, at least three times as much. Originally, he had about 700 mana in his reserves, but now it was around 2100, something an F-ranked would have after completing half of the dungeons required to achieve E-rank.
But it did not change his rank, strange enough. Unless he could grow his mana veins as much as he wanted, and it wouldn't forcibly rank him up? That would also mean that with enough cultivation, he could last for days against monsters without having to worry about his mana reserves.
However, he decided to do something different. He first looked at his arm and all the intricate details of it. After spending a few minutes on that, he began to mold his barriers to create a replica of his entire arm and everything in it, including the blood and mana veins.
It was an extremely heavy use for him, taking nearly 1800 mana from his reserves for just one model. His eyes widened in shock at the taxing amount on his reserves, because only his hand and a part of his wrist had been made from all of that.
He lay down on his bed, chalking it up to all the different muscles, every individual skin cell, and all the small, tiny blood vessels that took the bulk of his mana spent.
He'd definitely try again, since his mana was being recuperated at three times the speed as before. What would usually take seven hours to fill would only take about two hundred and ten minutes, which, divided into hours, was three and a half hours.
It was certainly great, even with his reserves of mana. It was like having an extremely fast charger to charge your phone with, or something like that.