After training relentlessly for two days—which felt like God knows how many years inside the dimensional training room—Dennis lay flat on the empty floor, gasping for air. His chest heaved violently as he struggled to catch his breath. His long hair was a tangled mess, and his eyes were tightly shut. Sami sat beside him, watching his face.
"Are you alright, Master?" Sami asked.
"No... I'm not... whoaaah... I'm exhausted... I feel like I'm going to die," Dennis answered, his voice shaky and breathless.
"That's training for you, Master. But don't worry; when you wake up in a moment, you will be in peak condition," Sami said.
"What... what level will I be when I wake up?" Dennis stammered, turning his head toward her.
"Hmm... you'll see soon enough," Sami answered casually.
"Huh... why are you being so secretive?" Dennis countered.
"It wouldn't be any fun if I told you right away. Oh, by the way, there will be a slight change in you," Sami said.
