My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Kane dropped dead, confused, angry, scared and helpless. He truly didn't want to die. However, Tyrion had simply been too powerful for him to defeat.

[Sub Quest (2): Kill Tier-1 Acolyte Mage, Kane, Completed!]

This was the first time Tron had seen the change in Kane's status. Previous, Kane had simply been a Zero-mage with 40% filled cortex.

"How did he even manage to go from zero mage to an acolyte mage?"

[ ⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙ ]

[Reward Granted: [Megaton Blade] Want to receive your reward now?]

[Y/N_?]

Tron excitedly responded "Yes!"

Right above him, space literally tore apart like a piece of linen! Almost as if reality was being split apart before him as a slit appeared .

"Riiiiiiip!"

"What the actual—" Tron staggered backward in shock as a two hundred centimeters long and a hundred centimeters wide blade fell from gap and landed right in from of him.

"BOOM!"

The entire ground shook like an earth quake as the blade sliced half a meter deep into the ground.

Tron's face formed a blank expression. The thing before him was dull, lacked any sort of appeal and looked almost nothing like a blade for humans but for giants!

It didn't seem like a legendary blade with mystical powers either.

And as Tron touched it, he was pretty sure the blade was just an ordinary item but was made from an unknown material which was why it was so heavy!

Tron almost cursed in his earthly language. The system was simply too much! There were many mystical items to gift him, why this trash?

However, the blade was already here he couldn't just leave it in the forest and abandon it. It could contain hidden secrets and if it doesn't, he could just sell it for some silver coins.

It was a win win situation.

But first, he strip-searched through Kane's corpse. Finding an old book seemingly made from the flesh of humans, he also found a few silver coins and a several wierd items.

After which, he smashed Kane's head to a pulp. He couldn't leave any traces of himself on the corpse. Even the mark of his blade might be traced with the amount of wierd magic there was.

He did the same to the servants after looting their bodies. He hadn't even killed some of them personally.

They had died to the aftermath of his and Kane's battle.

But he also smashed any lingering presence of his touch or blade mark on them along with their head.

The popping sounds of heads exploding left a satisfactory smile on his face without him knowing, relieving the disappointment the system gave him.

After he was done, he turned around and grabbed the handle of the blade to movxut the forest quick in case nif unexpected surprises, only to be drawn backwards by the blade!

"Hmm?"

Tron immediately walked around the blade and grabbed at the handle once more to pull. However, the blade only bulged a little.

"What the hell?" He expected the blade to be heavy but not too heavy enough that he couldn't even lift it.

"I don't believe I can't lift you."

With the strength of more than twenty men combined, Tron grasped heavily at the blade's handle with his both hands and pulled.

"Up!"

Muscles budged heavily as his veins wriggled and inflated, threatening to burst out from his arms.

He even ignored his injures and pulled with his entire might.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

Slowly but surely, Tron managed to lift the blade from the ground. However it seemed as though his wrist were about to snap.

His holes in his hands that were just starting to heal sprayed out blood as the injuries opened up once more.

Tronvs face turned red as he held the large blade steadily in the air, in front of him.

With insane speed, he moved. He bent his back and placed the blade on his back before gravity could act on the blade.

"Hmph!"

The ground beneath his feet cracked and Tron's expression changed slightly. There was one problem, he couldn't stand up from his bent position.

It was as though a mountain was pressing him down! Even the hole on his chest and abdomen started open up.

"Just what sort blade is this!?"

Tron complained and the spoke casually. "Rage."

"THUMP!"

A single heart beat, sent his entire body gushing with the strength of an inferno.

Power blazed through him like an erupting volcano as his muscles bulged like he was on 50 kilograms of steroid.

In the next moment, Tron's face flushed crimson and he stood up as though the blade didn't weigh much.

"That's what I'm talking about." His gruff voice resounded as he took a step forwards, walking which eventually turned to a full on jog.

...

In the dark of the night, Tron already reached the outskirt of the forest and could see the gloomy servant's manor at the distance.

Most of the injuries on his body had healed by the purple crystals, leaving just few tiny scars in their wake.

He moved like the wind as he entered the residence.

Tron stood in front of Sethra room's window and saw the lady practicing the Seven heart meditation technique.

He couldn't help but chuckle. Even though she had an extremely bad talent, she was still so diligent in her path to become a mage even though she knew it was hopeless.

Tron tightly clenched his fist as his eyes narrowed but then released them.

He stared at her for a while and then decided to head to his room to sleep before his [Blood Rage] runs out.

As he left, a white-gowned female mage seems to step out of the void and stood before Sethra's window seeing sethra meditating then she stared at the direction Tron took.

Her fingers fluttered as she formed a hand seal, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

It was unknown if this person had been following Tron through out the day or had just started spying on him!

However, her arcane art was so extremely high that even Tron couldn't notice he was being watched. Which meant that she was either a high level acolyte or a mage!