Klaus sank deeper into the cushioned chair, its soft embrace slowly melting away the fatigue that had built up in his body after weeks of relentless battles and the repeated, draining use of Dragon's Might.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself breathe without the weight of immediate bloodshed on his shoulders.
Since morning, he had been talking mostly to himself, organizing his scattered thoughts and reviewing the flaws in his current approach. The conclusion was clear: he needed a cultivation technique of his own to increase his mana capacity and strengthen his other aspects, although it won't provide a rank up, but it would still be very beneficial to him.
Something permanent and powerful.
The system had already told him its opinion, the system wanted Klaus to cultivate nothing short of a godly-ranked technique.
Godly rank. The term itself was foreign to him. He had heard of divine rank, but godly? That was supposedly a step higher.
