"…Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine. One hundred."
Leon is now doing push-ups, his body is really sweaty and veins are popping on his forehead.
Even after all this his voice remained calm, but as soon he completed the final push-up, his arms gave out and his body dropped to the ground with a dull sound.
*Thud*
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
*Huff… Huff… Huff…*
The stone floor beneath him was warm, yet as soon as his sweat body hitted it... the floor felt cold— but ignoring all this Leon's mind focused elsewhere.
'Every time I push my body like this… my muscles tear apart, and then heal almost instantly because of the Pain Recovery skill. Efficient, yes… but it's flawed.'
He rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling of the dungeon chamber.
'The muscles break and rebuild too quickly. Meaning there's no time for natural muscle growth.
Although I'll get stronger—but I'll never look stronger. No mass. No popping muscle veins. I'll always look like this and that's good.
