I Am Unstoppable

It wasn't long until he drifted off and began to dream. In his dream, he first became one with Jennifer, reveling in pleasure with their bodies entangled. However, the lady beneath him then turned into Lailah for some reason.

Right then, Lailah opened her eyes abruptly, startling Jonathan and causing him to unleash everything he had.

When he woke up the next day, Jonathan realized that he had wet his pants.

What the f*ck? I had a wet dream?

Jonathan found himself blushing. It was rather embarrassing for a man in his twenties to still be doing that.

Hence, he hurriedly removed his pants and went to the bathroom for a shower.

During his shower, Jonathan was a little troubled by the guilt he felt.

He felt he had wronged Catherine when he dreamt of Jennifer and Lailah but not her.

However, Jonathan was also crystal clear that the feeling he harbored toward Catherine was more love than lust.

Catherine was the type of woman whom people would want to take care of and protect from harm's way.

But dreaming can't really be considered cheating, which means I've not wronged Catherine, right? Men would always think of having an intimate relationship with beautiful ladies, so this is nothing, Jonathan comforted himself.

Given that the climate in Yeringham was similar to Horington's, it wasn't particularly freezing in the winter.

The morning sunlight was warm and bright. As the rays bathed the hotel room, it was an indescribably beautiful sight.

Jonathan put on a casual white shirt, jeans, and a pair of sports shoes. Overall, his attire would allow him more freedom of movement.

With that, he went to look for Lailah.

What surprised him was that Lailah was still sleeping when he arrived.

Jonathan had always perceived Lailah as a very disciplined lady.

Seems like I can't judge a book by its cover on many things!

When she went to get the door, Lailah was still in a sleepy and disheveled state. Only when Jonathan entered her vision did she snap to her senses. She hurriedly slammed the door shut again and shouted, “Wait for a second!”

At that, Jonathan rubbed his nose in exasperation and waited obediently.

About ten minutes later, Lailah, who had cleaned and dressed herself up, exited.

Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had put on black sportswear.

It was also at this moment that Jonathan noticed something. Whenever he put on a black shirt, Lailah would put on a white shirt, and vice versa. No matter what, the color of the shirt they put on would only alternate between black and white.

At that, he asked in frustration, “Lailah, is there a need for that?”

His question caught Lailah off guard. Feeling confused, Lailah frowned and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Look at the way we dress. We're like a chessboard!”

The surprised Lailah mulled over his words and realized that it was exactly like what he said. Her lips curled into a smile, and she burst out laughing in response.

However, she quickly stopped laughing and added, “Let's go. We'll go to the Crying Wall first and pay Professor Horowitz a visit later. Once we get the Holy Boulder's address from him, we can proceed with our investigation.”

Hearing that, Jonathan turned serious and replied, “Okay. But I somehow have this feeling that we're looking in the wrong direction, Lailah.”

Displeased to hear that, Lailah asked, “How so?”

“The Crying Wall and Holy Boulder are no secrets. Countless people have walked the path we plan to look into, and none have ever stumbled upon anything. Do you think we're better than the lot of them?”

Though she knew what Jonathan said was reasonable, she had never thought about it, fearing it would shatter her confidence. As anger crept into her, she scowled. “So you're trying to say that we just sit at home and think about it?”

“No, that's not what I meant. Forget it. Let's go,” Jonathan hurriedly explained himself as soon as the woman grew angry.

As she was not a troublemaker, Lailah let it go quickly and said nary a word after that.

If Lailah were someone pettier, she would be pestering Jonathan if he regretted coming along with her by now.

In truth, Jonathan had not put much thought into it either. He merely reckoned that they needed to brainstorm more instead of rushing forward blindly.

However, he figured that by looking around and brainstorming about it at the same time, they might stumble upon something.

Hence, he voiced no objections.

After leaving the hotel, they stopped at the supermarket to stock up on their supplies before departing for the Crying Wall.

On their way there, Jonathan munched on some bread while driving.

As for Lailah, she sat in the back seat of the car instead of the front passenger seat.

To her, whether or not her behavior and choices would disrespect Jonathan in any way was never her concern.

Jonathan, who knew what kind of a person Lailah was, did not overthink.

At nine o'clock in the morning, they arrived at the Crying Wall.

At this point, the Crying Wall was fully opened to the public. Donned in their prayer attires, plenty of Yartranians were already here for their morning prayers.

There amongst them were, of course, tourists.

In the meantime, Jonathan and Lailah blended in with the crowd. They bought a similar headpiece and ticket before entering the Crying Wall.

With that, they put on the headpiece and knelt among the crowd.

Knowing that this task was of utmost importance, Jonathan gave it everything he had.

Hence, he shut his eyes and let his mind go blank.

As the sun blazed down on them, Jonathan suddenly realized that the Yartranians had started chanting in a language that he could not fathom. Though it was an alien language, which rendered him unable to understand anything, Jonathan could still feel the Syllable Power contained in their language.

As they chanted, a mysterious magnetic force was formed between the Syllable Power and the Crying Wall.

What exactly that was remained a mystery to Jonathan.

After all, he couldn't tell much of it aside from the mysterious synergy between the Syllable Power and the Crying Wall.

The magnetic field's mysterious synergy was also why he could not relate it to King Sergiu's treasures.

There was basically nothing he could do.

In the meantime, Lailah did the same thing Jonathan did, but she captured nothing.

When the prayer was over, they even approached the wall. They reached their hand out and personally felt the wall, only to find nothing. Though the Crying Wall was historical, there was nothing special about it.

They lingered around for another four hours and left at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Alas, they had discovered nothing.

When they returned to the car, they rested and preserved their energy while having some bread and water.

After that, Jonathan drove toward Peace River Hospital.

As the Crying Wall investigation proved fruitless, Jonathan and Lailah felt slightly depressed.

Even though one month was quite a lengthy period, the lack of clues right now was more than enough to drive them crazy with frustration and helplessness.

While he drove, Jonathan started wondering if he had already failed.

Will I be sealed off for ten years before I can even live my life to the fullest? By the time I'm released, things won't be the same anymore! This is stupid! I'm the Chosen One, and the Chosen One is the protagonist of fate! If I'm locked up, the drama will be coming to an abrupt stop!

As his mind began drifting away, Jonathan, too, was crystal clear that if fate was a drama, and he was locked up halfway, then he would be nothing more than just a side character.

As the drama was limited to only a selected few, it was not guaranteed that the protagonist had to be a good guy.

In no time, Jonathan and Lailah arrived at Peace River Hospital, where they met Professor Horowitz again.

This time, Kochava was rather nice toward them.

As compared to their previous encounter, Ranen was looking much better with the help of the Spirit Gathering Pill.

Yet, as the Spirit Gathering Pill was just a temporary solution, it couldn't get rid of the root of Ranen's problem—the cancer haunting him.

Such was the Spirit Gathering Pill. It could prolong a person's life if the person were healthy or merely afflicted with some minor illness.

If the person had some sort of terminal disease, however, then no pills would be effective.