Lem watched intently as his simulated self dug through the soil.

The dirt was easily broken apart beneath his hands.

The feeling of spirituality grew more intense, and his speed increased.

Whatever lay beneath was certainly more potent than the mushrooms, he was sure of it!

And then his fingers were stopped abruptly.

A hard object.

What was it?

He dug around the object, broke up the soil, and pulled it out.

[A few centimeters beneath the surface, you find a small seed that is radiating spiritual energy.]

Lem’s simulated self did not hesitate.

No matter how appetizing a dirt-covered seed should have been, the feeling of extreme spirituality was one that could not be ignored.

The seed was quickly raised to his lips.

The urge to consume was innate!

[You immediately eat the seed, ignoring the dirt that is attached.

The seed has a strange flavor, but you can only taste it for a moment before an extreme quantity of spiritual energy floods through your body. The amount is so overwhelming that you do not feel any euphoria, only terror.

You immediately begin punching the air repeatedly with your [Nine Bull Fist], but you are just barely able to keep the energy calmed down within you.]

Once again, Lem was capable of observing the actions of his simulated self with detachment.

Eating a strange spiritual seed without a second thought was unadvisable, particularly when the incident with the mushrooms was considered.

At the very least, he should have only eaten a small part of it at first!

Lem did not know whether he was going to watch his simulated self gain incredible power or if he was going to witness his very first death by spiritual explosion!

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Nevertheless, he completely understood the actions of his simulated self.

The moment he had begun digging, his body had been overcome by the urge to find the source of spirituality.

When he actually found it, his fingers had touched the very essence of comfort, the origin of bliss.

The urge had been impossible to resist.

Lem watched with interest as his simulated self let out his strongest punches.

Each one left a thunderous sound echoing in the air.

Boom! Boom! BOOM!

Lem was aware that the noise could attract beasts, but he had more urgent priorities.

His mind was focused on the changes occurring within his body.

With each punch, his muscle fibers were damaged and repaired instantly.

Lem could not sense his internal organs directly, but he felt as though they were also constantly oscillating between damage and repair.

However, he was less focused on these aspects than on the movements as a whole.

In his subconscious, he could feel the harmony that produced the incredible force in the [Nine Bull Fist].

Unfortunately, this feeling acted like an illusion!

When he scattered his attention, the harmony was apparent.

When he looked for its source, it disappeared.

At the highest level, there was a fluid punch.

One level lower, there were the movements of individual body parts.

Lower still were the muscles contracting and relaxing.

Where was the harmony birthed from?

Boom! Boom! BOOM!

Lem noticed that his injuries from his fight with the tyrant sloth had already healed from exposure to the miraculous spiritual energy.

The swelling on his hand had already disappeared entirely.

He turned his attention back to the feeling of harmony.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lem made a sudden observation.

The spiritual energy within him had a pronounced effect on his body, causing it to vibrate at high frequencies.

His sense that he was about to explode came from this vibration.

Lems observation came from the [Nine Bull Fist].

Whenever he sent out a punch, it was the feeling of harmony that calmed down the spiritual energy for a moment, allowing it to have a purely beneficial impact, healing his injuries.

Even though his simulated self was punching with full power, it might not be the best way of combating the chaotic spiritual energy.

If he could find a way of engaging the harmony of the [Nine Bull Fist] with a focus on speed, perhaps it could have the same effect without causing so much noise…

Lem was sent deep into thought.

[You sense that you are on the brink of exploding, and you keep sending out the strongest punches you can manage.

A moment later, you feel a strange feeling come over your mind, and you feel the world come into clarity around you. You have the sensation that you can sustain a thousand thoughts at once, but this feeling slowly fades.

At the same time, you feel that the pressure within you is still increasing. You continue to punch out with your fists at all costs, ignoring the sound it is making.]