The torrential pain that had swallowed Oliver fizzled out into nothing.
Once his eyes were open, he quickly scanned his surroundings for any danger. After pausing for a second, he confirmed nothing in the vicinity was trying to eat him and calmed his beating heart.
'I did it…' he thought.
A smile bloomed on his face. Though covered in thick blood, his joy could not be hidden.
'I fucking did.'
The hellish pain was momentary. In return for suffering, he had expanded his blood sac volume to 80,000 liters—or, to be exact, around 81,920 liters.
His blood-to-mana conversion would now place him safely among top B-rankers. Few people in the entire world could match his strength. Considering his age, even fewer could surpass him.
'The Hero Academy entrance test is going to be a breeze,' he smirked.
The thought of punching some future heroes and kicking them off their high horse rejuvenated him.
The pain he felt immediately disappeared as he swam around in the turtle's heart blood.
