dominique scott pilgrim

Noah had already made progress in slowing the flow of his mana and his bodily functions, and the headband was helping. His heart dropped to one beat a minute, and he all but stopped breathing. Typically, such a state would be fatal, but the more he slowed down his mana, the more he could forestall damage. Without mana flowing, his cells would stop processing nourishment and oxygen, but they wouldn’t wither and die, for the molecular processes of cell death were also halted. Caught in a near-perfect state of suspended animation, his physical senses operated at the lowest possible level, and he became more attuned to the flow of mana around him, sharpening his spirit senses.

"Tsk! ~l-like i'd ever have sex with YOU.. im your school bully.. idiot.. you aren't supposed to crush over me.""Ugh.. I see you met my mother.. dummy..""S-shut up! its not like ..I like you or anything!- ngnh. just. take your pants off.. now.,""Ugh.. you know .. you're way older than me. you can get in a lotta trouble for this.." "..Old perv.."

“I can see your treasury. By now, all of the loot from the church raids must be long spent, most likely on the arena, with any remaining money going to repairing damages from the Wassengel battle and the loss of Welindar’s revenue. That pile of gold is going to keep getting smaller and smaller. Either Galvin is going to bankrupt the country, he’ll raise taxes, or he has a new resource to exploit. So which is it?”