Lancet stepped toward the edge of the mountain ground. He removed his casual clothes and equipped the simulation trousers and a roll of white athletic bandages given to him by the training facility.
At that moment, the physical results of his training and the manual EXP allocation were on full display.
Lancet was no longer plain and unremarkable. He was sculpted. His chest was broader and heavily defined, tapering down into a sharp, deeply cut V-line and a tight grid of abdominal muscles.
Every movement of his arms highlighted the corded, intertwined musculature of his back and shoulders, while thick, prominent veins mapped across his forearms and hands, thrumming with raw, newly acquired vitality.
He looked lean, stronger, and entirely out of place for the usual idea of what a Summoner was.
