The rain outside the cave had not stopped. If anything, it fell harder now, drumming against the rocky overhang in a steady, relentless rhythm.
Cael sat with his back against the cave wall, the remains of the rabbit nothing but bones picked clean.
The meat had settled in his stomach, warm and dense, and with it came a strange sensation he could not ignore.
His rank had progressed. Very little, almost negligible, but progression, nonetheless.
'How was this possible?'
He had not trained.
He had not fought to his absolute limits.
He had not absorbed any special resources or completed any difficult trials.
He had simply eaten a rabbit.
A small, ordinary-looking rabbit that happened to have wind mana flowing through its small body.
Cael stared at the bones in his hands, his mind racing.
There was no such thing in the novel. No mention of eating beasts and gaining progression.
That was not how the system worked.
