"I'm looking forward to it."
"..."
Silence.
That direct approach.
It left all the words Heimdall had prepared stuck in his throat.
Especially when he saw that Kirukiru Amou wasn't shy at all, but rather looked like she was enjoying it, and even wanted him to "do it again."
Helplessness.
Deep helplessness.
It was like punching a pile of cotton.
He wanted to scare a kitten, but the kitten turned around and exposed its belly to him, even letting out a purr like a mating call.
"Fine, fine."
"I won't talk about this with you."
Heimdall waved his hand, deciding to skip this topic.
Then he reached back and picked up two rolled-up pieces of parchment from the table behind him.
"Here."
"Take it."
"Read it yourself."
Heimdall threw them directly over.
The two sheets of paper fluttered down.
They landed right on Kirukiru Amou's face, blocking the face that made people want to pinch it.
Kirukiru Amou didn't care about Heimdall's attitude.
She reached out and grabbed the two pieces of paper.
She sat up from the sofa.
She crossed her legs casually, and the clothes she hadn't buttoned up properly slipped halfway down due to the large movement, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, but she didn't care at all.
Her gaze swept over them.
Those four repeating "S"s.
And the string of numbers at the back that were almost maxed out.
— — Strength: SSS1299. Endurance: SSS1299. dexterity: SSS1299. agility: SSS1299. Magic: I0. — —
"..."
Kirukiru Amou's fingers tightened on the edge of the parchment.
The paper made a slight crinkling sound.
Even though she had a premonition, when this result was truly placed before her eyes, the impact was still enormous.
This was the limit of a mortal.
It was even a miracle that surpassed the limit.
"It's not over yet."
Heimdall tapped the table, reminding Kirukiru Amou to look at the other sheet.
Kirukiru Amou took a deep breath.
She unfolded the one on the right.
When she saw the words at the very top.
Her pupils constricted sharply.
— — Level: Lv.2. — —
There was no so-called process.
She just slept.
When she woke up, it was already behind her.
I have to say.
This move of Heimdall's was indeed quite mean.
Kirukiru Amou did feel a faint sense of disappointment.
That feeling was like watching a mystery drama and having the murderer spoiled for you; although you knew the ending, the fun of peeling back the layers was gone.
However.
This disappointment was soon washed away by the new line of text that appeared below.
After all.
Kirukiru Amou knew very well.
This "0" was not having nothing.
It was the starting point of a new beginning, standing on top of a towering building built by those four "SSS"s.
This was just the starting point of Lv.2.
Just the "I0" in this current state, the actual physical strength it contained, already far exceeded her yesterday's self.
Especially below those basic attributes that had been reset to zero and recalculated.
In that column of [Development Ability] that was originally blank, a brand new entry had appeared.
— — Development Ability: [Sturdy Body] I. — —
"[Sturdy Body]?"
Kirukiru Amou read those two words in a low voice.
It was somewhat unfamiliar.
"Although I heard Tsubaki Cobrand say that leveling up grants Development Ability."
"But this doesn't seem to be one of the common ones, right?"
Usually, the acquisition of Development Ability is related to personal experience.
If it were an ordinary warrior, they would most likely awaken [Hunter] or [Chain Attack] or something similar.
But what kind of path is this [Sturdy Body]?
"It's probably an extremely pure ability, one that could even be said to have been born for the sake of taking a beating."
"However, it makes sense for you."
"After all, last night..."
Heimdall glanced, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, at Kirukiru Amou's shoulder, which still had some red marks left on it.
"You took quite a few of my punches with your face."
"That mad dog spirit of yours, where you'd bite off a piece of flesh even if your bones were broken, was probably judged by the falna as you having an extremely strong obsession with wanting to be more durable so you could fight longer."
Kirukiru Amou heard this and did not refute it.
Instead, she reached out and touched her collarbone, where the pain from last night's collision seemed to still linger.
"Born for the sake of taking a beating..."
She repeated it in a low voice, threw the piece of parchment onto the table, and the corners of her mouth split into an exaggerated arc.
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