"It's like going from a bicycle to a fighter jet."
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The Emerald Abyss, a dense forest in the uninhabited zone.
Allen, Vera, Colin, and Lina hovered five hundred meters in the air.
Below, Rhine stood alone in a clearing. His dark silver body glinted coldly in the dim light of the jungle.
He was carefully testing out a punch, a stomp, and a turn. Every movement was restrained and cautious, like a middle-aged man with a new phone, afraid he might break something.
"He's holding back," Colin commented from high above.
Allen could see it too.
Rhine was too afraid of damaging this body worth five million three hundred thousand.
[Golem Projection Skill]
"Wait, Boss, I'm not—"
Rhine's voice cut off abruptly. A spatial rift tore open beneath his feet, swallowing his figure in an instant.
The next second, seventy kilometers away.
Rhine was flung out of the spatial rift. Before he could even get his footing, a foul, hot wind blasted him in the face.
