Fwish! Fwosh!
A day or so had passed since Kaelen awakened, and he now found himself within one of the training grounds of the Basement Floor.
[Looks like my mind has already adjusted to my body's sudden growth in strength.]
Kaelen mused. He would sometimes, on accident, break a glass when attempting to quench his thirst, or apply too much strength when twisting a doorknob and end up ripping the entire door from its hinges.
[A leap from level 10 to 20 is unprecedented... I feel so strong right now that I could probably rip steel armour like a sheet of paper.]
A proud smirk illuminated his doll-like expression, and he glanced at the spear he held.
[... Fingerprints?]
This was no exaggeration. He had marked the metal shaft of his spear with his own fingerprints as though it were an extremely malleable material like clay.
