"Mr. Jiang's body was going through some mutation as soon as he woke up. His stem cells were rapidly converting into his mana particles," the doctor continued. "Based on his current readings, his mana reserves have already reached Tier Four. At this rate, he'll breach Tier Three soon."
"TIER THREE?" Myra echoed, genuinely surprised this time.
A soft laugh followed, low and dangerous. "So he wasn't just disposable trash tied to Origin Group after all."
The call ended.
In the hospital room, Jiang Fei lay still once more, chest rising and falling steadily. But beneath the sedation, something new stirred, something that hadn't existed before.
After a long while, Jiang Fei's eyelids fluttered again.
This time, when he opened his eyes, the fog was thinner. His head throbbed as if someone had hammered it apart and stitched it back together badly.
*Ugh*
A low groan escaped his throat as he pushed himself upright, muscles stiff, nerves humming with a strange, unfamiliar strength.
