Chapter 402: All You Need is Guts

The first few months were hellish.

I had no idea where I was running, how I was running. To make sure I didn't kill myself while such a crazy target ahead of myself was already tough. And to make matters worse, every time I stopped circulating the Cataclysm through my channels or slowed down while running, Eugene would somehow pop up behind me, ready to blow my body away.

It was hellish. Truly so.

But that slowly changed as I got used to the circulation. But running was still a pain.

I had no idea about the direction I was going in. The previous chance of being here had made me realize that things like up and down and front and back didn't really exist in a place that was completely empty.

But now that I was tasked with running laps around it, it became clear that there was a direction.

To make matters worse, once again, Eugene would pop in every other week and tell me that I have made no progress toward a single lap yet.

I was starting to lose my mind.