And so.
He pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
Moonlight spilled onto the floor through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Heimdall did not place Kirukiru Amou on the large bed capable of holding several people, but instead casually set her down on the shaggy rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The movement was not gentle.
It even carried a deliberate roughness.
But Kirukiru Amou showed no reaction; she was too exhausted, that kind of overexertion was a depletion at the soul level.
Heimdall looked down at Kirukiru Amou from above.
Under the moonlight.
Kirukiru Amou's bare upper body was covered in red marks—bruises left from her collision with Heimdall earlier—appearing shocking against her jade-like, fair skin.
"As the price."
"I will punish you."
Heimdall slowly crouched down.
His finger gathered a drop of divine blood once more.
"Since you want to become stronger so badly."
"Since you were willing to wreck yourself like this for that so-called status."
"Then I will..."
"Deprive you of the right to enjoy the process."
"Turn the ritual you were looking forward to the most into a one-sided notification."
For an Adventurer,
[Level Up] is sacred.
It is a leap in the level of life, a major step for a mortal to draw closer to the gods.
At such a moment, one usually needs to bathe and change clothes, and in the presence of a god, with a heart full of trepidation and excitement, hear the god's proclamation firsthand.
It is a sense of ritual.
But now,
Heimdall decided to deprive her of that sense of ritual.
"Drip."
That drop of concentrated divine blood dripped onto the very center of the sacred script on Kirukiru Amou's back.
Red light.
An unprecedented red light erupted in the room, even overpowering the moonlight outside the window.
Those sacred script characters, which had originally reached the SSS maximum, seemed to boil at this moment.
They twisted, fractured, and reorganized crazily.
Breaking the limits of the [Vessel].
The light dissipated.
Heimdall looked at the brand-new text on Kirukiru Amou's back.
The corners of his mouth curled into an arc of mischief successfully fulfilled.
Those rows of shocking SSSs,
had now all returned to zero.
In their place,
was a brand-new level.
——
[Name]: Kirukiru Amou.
[Race]: Human.
[Level]: Lv.2.
[status]: Strength: I0, Endurance: I0, dexterity: I0, agility: I0, Magic: I0.
[Development Ability]: [Sturdy Body] I: Significantly strengthens the body's hardness and resistance to impact, granting the flesh the toughness of steel.
[Magic]: None.
[Skill]: [Incarnation Blade], [Delusion of Struggle]
Skills:
[Incarnation Blade]
The body is the weapon.
Physical strength significantly increases with [Endurance] and [Strength], and is no longer limited by the material limits of a human body.
When receiving a physical attack, a judgment is made based on the difference in [Strength] and [Endurance] between both parties.
If one's own judgment is higher than the opponent's, a portion of the damage can be negated, and the impact force is returned to the opponent several times over in the form of [Shockwave], causing a counter-shock effect.
Unarmed attacks are treated as [Famous Blade] slashes of the same level, possessing the [Armor Piercing] characteristic.
[Delusion of Struggle]
An extreme obsession with strength becomes fuel for growth.
The acquisition speed of all status and proficiency is greatly increased; this boost has no upper limit and depends on the depth of the obsession.
If fighting against someone viewed as [A Target That Must Be Surpassed], the growth speed of all status is doubled.
"Alright."
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