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“April!” Mom gasped again. She was sitting up in bed now, but Daddy had moved in behind her, wrapping her in his arms so she couldn't interfere. Then Bruce finally found his mark, sliding in deep.

He pushed against the seal, using his mana to separate from his clone, but it was like he was buried in concrete. He couldn’t project his mana even a centimeter beyond his skin. It was even more difficult than performing his workout, but this was precisely what he wanted. Saimallah said that he and his fellow monks used these headbands to train their projection abilities, and there was no better way than this. As he struggled and strained, the seal began to give, ever so slightly, feeling less like concrete and more like rubber.