A much stronger Art

Hmph!

A soft grunt escaped as a boy slumped back into the chair he was seated on.

His usual spiky black hair now drooped, and his golden eyes—once vibrant—were dimmed by exhaustion, with dark bags beneath them. His complexion was pale, a clear sign of poor health.

Anyone who had known him before would immediately notice the stark changes in his appearance. Yet, despite his unhealthy look, there was no mistaking that he had grown stronger.

His muscle mass had significantly increased, and the calluses and bruises on his hands told a story of relentless physical training.

But perhaps the most striking difference was the aura of magic surrounding him. Even when suppressed, it was intimidating. His roommates, had they been less powerful themselves, might have felt uneasy simply being near him.

This was also a result of intense mana cultivating to improve his magic core.