It helped his not waste his own World Energy reserves.
Thanks to Infinite Mana, he could use both buffs infinitely without worrying about running out of juice.
"How many blessings do you have?" Kane muttered from the side, slightly surprised.
His eyes narrowed as he studied Neo's figure.
"And is that okay? Even if Artemis' blessing can help you activate the blessings infinitely, it doesn't remove the burden on your body."
Kane leaned back and crossed his arms.
"Your body will break slowly from the inside."
"I have a way," Neo replied.
He triggered the third stage of his blessing—[Springbloom].
The sudden surge from previous buffs was immense.
They were so strong they tore his body apart from insides.
But the Springbloom healed him.
His wounds stitched themselves back together instantly.
The pain barely had time to register before it faded away.
His muscles, his bones, even his internal organs—everything was healing at a pace that defied reason.
Activating so many abilities placed an unbearable strain on his soul and mind.
A normal demigod, even if Exalted, would have collapsed under the pressure.
But it didn't matter to Neo.
[Springbloom] could heal his soul.
And his mind was incredibly powerful.
As a Heavenbreaker, there were only a few who could rival him in his specialty. His mental resilience bordered on monstrous.
He could maintain this state for days, if not weeks.
In other words, right now, Neo had effectively become an unkillable, undying machine—four times stronger than his base state.
Neo cracked his knuckles.
"You look hyped up," Kane observed.
"Yeah, I've never felt better."
Until now, Neo had never kept his blessings active due to the immense cost of World Energy.
[Infinite Mana] solved that problem for him.
His body shot forward.
The space around him twisted violently, torn apart by the sheer force of his movement. The wind howled in protest, forming a sonic boom in his wake.
Neo sensed two attacks from different directions—both aimed at his head.
He ducked and kept moving.
The ostriches suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Their attacks missed, taken by surprise by Neo's impossible speed.
Their beady eyes widened in shock.
Only 300 meters remained until the Golden Apple Tree.
Without warning, an ostrich leg appeared out of thin air—directly in his path.
Before he could react, his foot collided with it.
Being caught off guard surprised him.
His focus broke, and for a brief moment, the blessings stopped.
The collision broke his momentum.
His body rolled violently across the ground, dirt and grass flying up in his wake.
He gritted his teeth as he finally slammed into something hard, forcing him to stop.
A low, mocking whistle rang in his ears.
His vision cleared, and he turned his head.
The damned birdbrain was grinning.
It stood before him, smug and victorious, one foot planted firmly on Neo's chest.
'I think I'm starting to hate ostriches.'
Neo re-triggered his blessings, allowing his injuries to heal.
He walked back to the starting point.
His steps were heavy with frustration beneath his calm expression.
There, Percival seemed to be… getting dragged by an ostrich.
Neo's brows twitched as he watched the absurd sight.
Percival's limp body left a trail on the dirt.
His arms swayed lifelessly as the large bird towed him back effortlessly.
"Sometimes the mind gets stunned due to repeated deaths," Kane explained, not looking particularly concerned.
He leaned his legs on the wooden fence and sunk into the chair.
"Since he can't move right now, Momothy is helping him get back."
"Momothy?" Neo repeated in a flat voice.
"Yeah. Momothy is that one." Kane gestured lazily. "Dorothy is the one who's been drinking juice this whole time, and Timothy is the one who's been laughing at you.
"The oldest is Timothy, then Momothy, then Dorothy."
Momothy, the second eldest, finally reached the starting point and lowered Percival onto the ground carefully.
Then, to Neo's disbelief, the ostrich gave a small bow, as if apologizing.
And with that, it disappeared.
Percival gasped awake.
His eyes darted around.
His expression shifted between confusion and simmering irritation.
"Welcome back," Kane greeted with a smirk. "Good work out there."
Percival clicked his tongue and stood up, dusting off his clothes.
Without wasting another second, he reactivated his blessing.
Golden flames surged around his body as he bolted forward at full speed—
Only to die before a second had even passed.
A moment later, he walked back to the starting point, his steps slower this time.
Frustration was clear on his face.
"I'm going to boil them when I catch them with these hands," he muttered darkly as his fingers twitched in irritation and anticipation.
His words were intense.
It was one thing to be outsped.
But it was another thing to be mocked while losing.
Neo was about to try again when he suddenly stopped.
As much as he hated to admit it—he couldn't outspeed the birdbrain. Not now.
He needed to try something else.
'Shadow Jump doesn't work.'
'What about something else?'
He didn't have any movement spells.
Incantations with Air or Space Elementals?
That could work—especially thanks to his trait.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, pushing aside his irritation.
A soft breeze stirred around him.
Green motes of light flickered into existence.
The tiny Elementals playfully floated around him.
'What is it? What is it?' The Elementals' voices echoed in his mind, light and whimsical. 'You want our help? Help?'
'Neo wants our help! Hehe, Neo wants our help!'
The Elementals giggled and swirled around him like children playing a game.
Neo noticed something strange.
He could hear the Air Elementals talking among themselves.
'Should we help him?'
'I want to fly around.'
'I don't like him! Let's not help him!'
The Elementals' opinions were all over the place.
Some zipped around him eagerly, while others floated aimlessly, indifferent.
Neo's brows furrowed slightly.
Before, when his trait was Grade 5, he couldn't hear them converse with each other.
'When I asked for help to bloom flowers, I never noticed internal debates or anything similar. It made me wonder how all Elementals always came to the same decision.'
His gaze deepened as the realization settled in.
'I guess the problem had been my trait—it was too low-level before.'