Chapter 47: The Allholder
Ethan lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. The taste of mana lingered on his tongue as the S-grade potion worked its magic, restoring his energy. His muscles ached, but there was a sense of satisfaction buried beneath the exhaustion.
His first real fight. And without being arrogant—he nailed it.
Fighting wasn't something he enjoyed, but talent coursed through his veins, inherited like a birthright. Yet, he had squandered it for years, choosing laziness over discipline.
But now, battle was unavoidable. And like a blade finally drawn, his talent had begun to shine.
"Ah… that was good," Ethan muttered, staring up at the endless ceiling. "But let's avoid fights if we can. Too exhausting."
He sighed. Combat was nerve-racking, annoying. Not his thing.
Still, rewards awaited.
'System, show me my rewards.'
