The boy was distressed; his two months of training had only worked to barely defeat one goblin.

"Oh god, how will I to get out of here?."

The boy, after returning to the safe zone and taking a moment to rest, prayed.

He felt that his unpure and semi demonic body burns in fire, was horrible, but he could support, his faith, habit and despire was enough override this pain and pray.

But despite suffering the consequences of this prayer and others, God didn't answer him.

"It's okay... Thank you for hearing this unworthy lamb."

He was frustate, a few steps away to jump to a dark abyss.

But.

He had fear; burning in the eternal flames of hell didn't seem like a good choice for him.

For that reason, although he didn't see a good way, he obligated himself to continue.

So, thinking and thinking, only could reach the conclusion of train his skill.

Although he could learn to battle in short distance, his movility was the problem when there was many oponents.

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Although he could learn to battle in median distance with javaline or daggers, his movility was the problem when there was many oponents.

There wasn'nt gold to buy more skills.

Only remained for him to exploit his pathetic skill in these remaining four months before the food will run out.

Surrendering to pain and attempting not to die from a stroke while training his skill was a reality for him.

Tearing his muscles and improving his poor combat skills were also things that demanded attention.

But he felt that even with it, he was going to die. So, after a week, he noticed something: the goblins couldn't improve their strength, but they could learn.

[If I teach them how to battle, they going to be more powerfull yes, but still are weak, I need something else..]

[Yes, that's it. Order and precision. I need military discipline, yes, just like the Roman legions.]

The boy thought remembering that roman movies where the roman army beat the enemy easily with order and discipline.

Unfortunately, to create a Roman legion, many goblins are necessary, and the boy can only maintain one goblin right now. Additionally, there was a problem: once a goblin is defeated or uninvoked, its knowledge would be lost with it.

But the boy didn't surrender to this thought; instead, he made it an objective to reach and a source of hope to continue exerting himself in this insane tower.

In this way, the boy still had doubts, but without a better plan, he continued his training.

A normal person could die from this training, but the boy knew from all the classes and events in his school that these towers had many little things that one could use. One of these was that your body had the ability to improve itself a little.

For this reason, although his brain was on the verge of collapse, little by little, he was going to be able to maintain the summoning skill.