Weak Constitution? I Instead Created The Mage System

Chapter 3: The Monolith Breathing Technique

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After returning home, Roger hurriedly searched for the breathing technique that was passed down from his ancestors from the place where he kept the books in his memory.

However, when Roger opened the first page of the ancestral breathing technique and saw “Monolith Breathing Technique” written on it, he felt slightly disappointed at the mundane name.

He flipped to the second page, which contained information about the Monolith Breathing Technique.

Monolith Breathing Technique.

When trained to minor completion, one’s physical body would have the strength of a thousand souls. During battle, the power of earth and stone would gather between the fists and feet, covering them with a layer of hard stone armor.

Upon higher control of the technique, one’s physical body would have the strength of 10000 souls. One could freely control the power of earth and stone for one’s own use. During battle, one could produce a full-body armor of rock to protect oneself.

Those who picked up on this technique within ten minutes would be considered geniuses.

Those who took two hours for it would have an ordinary aptitude.

Those who did not manage to cultivate it within five hours would not be able to cultivate the breathing technique and attain divine transcendence.

Roger’s blood started to boil.

The Monolith breathing technique that had been passed down in his family was definitely not a top-notch breathing technique. It was probably not even considered an average breathing technique.

However, if it could allow him to possess such power, then how powerful would the top breathing technique in this world be?!

Roger realized that although his body was thin and weak, and it was unlikely for him to be a genius, he should at least have an ordinary level of aptitude.

He took the breathing technique to the courtyard, memorized the body-tempering movements and the breathing technique, and drank the dark green body tempering liquid in one gulp.

He stood on the empty space in the yard and began his first practice according to the Monolith breathing technique’s movements and breathing frequency.

Time passed by.

With every movement, Roger felt pain all over his body, as if his bones were broken. With every breath, Roger felt like coughing, as if dust had entered his lungs.

However, in order to possess extraordinary power, Roger endured all kinds of discomfort in his body and forced himself to continue practicing the monolith breathing technique’s introductory chapter.

Ten minutes had passed, and Roger was still cultivating non-stop, bolstered by the potions. After all, in his opinion, he was definitely not a genius.

However, as long as he persevered, he would definitely be able to successfully cultivate the breathing technique and step into the transcendent realm.

However, as time passed, half an hour, an hour, and even two hours later, the effects of the potion started to decline. It wasn’t enough for him to continue cultivating.

Although Roger had a bad feeling about this, he still decided to give it a try.

After all, he had come to this world with extraordinary powers and had seen all kinds of powerhouses with supreme powers. If he did not give it a try and step into the extraordinary realm, then what was the point of coming here? How could he be satisfied?

With a stubborn thought, Roger drank the second bottle of potion in one gulp. Then, he continued to practice the introduction chapter of the Monolith breathing technique in the empty space in the courtyard.

However, as time passed, Roger’s heart slowly sank to the bottom.

The third, fifth, and even sixth hours had already passed.

At that moment, besides the unbearable pain all over his body and the feeling of his lungs almost exploding, Roger didn’t feel the warm current with a heavy aura as described in the introduction chapter of the Monolith Breathing Technique.

Roger’s heart was filled with despair, and his eyes were sunken.

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To have him transmigrate to this world where the strong were respected and witness the profoundness of extraordinary techniques, but not be able to cultivate them. Fate was toying with him.

Anger, unwillingness, and despair filled Roger’s heart.

Under the influence of these three extreme emotions, Roger’s eyes were blood-red as he looked up and let out an angry roar.

“You had me come to this world to experience all the mysteries of this world!

Yet, you’re not allowing me to cultivate any extraordinary techniques. Why did you bring me into this world?

Do you think it’s so fun to see my anguish?”

After a series of angry roars, he forcefully practiced the Monolith Breathing Technique for an hour without the protection of the potion. His body and his mood had deteriorated drastically.

After the roar, Roger spat out a mouthful of blood, and his consciousness gradually blurred as he fainted.

Blood began to ooze out of his pores, dyeing Roger’s clothes red.

In a daze, Roger felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss and couldn’t reach the bottom even after a long time. He kept falling at an extreme speed in zero gravity.

After an unknown period of time, Roger suddenly felt as if he had fallen into the water and was jolted awake.

After Roger got up, he looked around at his surroundings in a daze.

He found himself in a dark space.

A crystal with dozens of sides was suspended in the center of the space, emitting a faint light that illuminated the area one meter away from it.

Countless light spots of different colors, like fireflies, flew around the crystal, turning the entire crystal into a colorful light.

In an unknown environment, Roger’s first reaction was to think,

“Could it be that he had forcefully cultivated the Monolith breathing technique and died, then transmigrated?”

However, as soon as this thought arose, Roger put it out himself.

This was not a case of transmigration.

If he had transmigrated again, then he should be in another unknown place now and not in this dark space.

Since this was not a case of transmigration, the only possibility was that he had awakened a cheat like the protagonist in the novel.

Roger quickly got up and shouted to his surroundings,

“System?”

“Old grandpa?”

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“Elves?”

“God?”

“Is anyone there?”

However, no matter how Roger shouted, there was no response. Even after shouting loudly in such an empty environment, there was no response.

It was as if his voice had been swallowed by the surrounding darkness, frightening Roger.