It was time.
My core was now on the verge of evolving.
Small cracks had begun to appear on its surface. These were so microscopic in nature that they couldn't be seen with the naked eye.
Not that I was capable of seeing my own core.
It was just that I felt those cracks in my core, like it was ready to change into… something stronger.
As for the time it took, it had been another month since my first spar with Arthur. We sparred in the morning, and as for the rest of the day… well, that was used for hunting.
After my hundredth kill, I forgot to count the numbers, but all I could say was that I had killed plenty of monsters.
All of them were Iron Cores.
My core had already been ready to evolve from the mana essence that I absorbed after each kill, but Arthur refrained me from evolving the core.
He wanted me to get used to fights.
Arthur had advised me to make my body so attuned to combat that I should be able to fight someone even if I was asleep.
