Chapter 17
That night—
Rudeus pushed further than ever before.
His arms trembled uncontrollably.
Every swing felt heavier.
Slower.
"…Not enough."
He increased speed.
Forced acceleration.
Muscles tore violently.
Not small damage anymore—
But deep ruptures.
Pain surged through his body—
Sharp enough to distort his vision.
"…Good."
Healing magic activated—
But it lagged.
For the first time—
There was delay.
"…Then I'll make it faster."
He didn't stop.
He couldn't.
Because now—
He understood something critical.
His body wasn't the limit.
His healing speed was.
So he trained that too.
Breaking—
Healing—
Breaking again—
Until the two processes began to overlap.
Blur.
A continuous cycle.