Hajin pushed himself up from the floor for the five-hundredth repetition while sweat traced a line from his chin down across his chest.
His body no longer felt entirely human. Reconstruction plus the system's optimization had replaced every old weakness with dense controlled power.
"So, how exactly do you like the new optimized vessel?" Aria asked while hovering several feet above the dusty floorboards.
Her projection had grown from a tiny shoulder spirit into a hovering figure the size of a small child.
Faint blue light trailed behind each movement, making the stacked ledgers look fragile beside the new presence in the office.
Hajin completed the repetition without breaking rhythm while he considered an honest answer.
'The power feels absurd, and my knuckles keep expecting the floor to complain.'
He lowered his chest, pushed up again, and felt power coil beneath his skin as easily as breath.
