Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
12 days later...
Felix could be seen lying face down on the carpet of his room under a puddle of sweat.
He was completely passed out.
Asna was already numbed by this sight, as during the past ten days, Felix had integrated 10% with a two days interval, making him jump from 86% integration to 96%.
The three bloodline bottles he bought had luckily given him 14% essence, letting him have enough to reach origin purity all at once.
Sadly, it didn't matter as before dealing with the Jörmungandr, Felix wasn't planning to integrate a single percentage more.
Right now, Asna was simply waiting for him to wake his ass up so she could show him the mismatched memories that she found from awakening to this point in time.
Fortunately, Felix didn't keep her waiting for long as he opened his muddled eyes slowly. Not letting a single sound, he simply drunk rejuvenation potions until he felt alright again.