"Argh, that stupid pain!" Dante shouted loudly and stored the chaos book into his ring before rubbing his eyes.
Three days passed quickly. After suffering while reading that book, he finally learned and modified the third chaos spell to be used with Sorcerer's Gift.
He still hated how the book was affecting him the more he read. If even enhancing his eyes wasn't enough to reduce the effect, then what was he supposed to do?
"Tsk, it's truly annoying." Dante said in a low voice before walking up the stairs, heading toward the surface.
Of course, speaking his thoughts aloud was intentional.
"That bastard can mimic my thoughts, but he can't control my mouth! Anything that comes out of my mouth isn't being manipulated by him."
That was the best he could do. Eventually, he'd fall into a situation where he wouldn't be able to raise his voice like now. But what could he possibly do? For someone who couldn't even trust his own thoughts now, that was the only thing he could think of.
