Chapter 5
The Dangers of Winking
So, most of this happens in the Tenth-Tier Universe, and I’m going to stop pointing it out now, mkay?
NorWith Zorda as my strength, ain’t nothing could stand in my way. My fist connected with that there punching bag at twelve piks per second. There was a reader on a wall that told me so. I wiped a trickle of sweat off my forehead and went at the bag again. The Team Animal Force gym was hotter than a lava pit and smelled worse than a rat’s nest, but at least it wasn’t near as crowded as my worship hall normally was. And people here was less nosy, too. Worship halls was always rife with gossip.
I hit the bag. Thirteen piks per second.
Of course, it didn’t help none that I was the only living descendant of Amorphit Dixon.
I punched the bag harder.
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