Lein nodded slowly. "No need to worry. She shouldn't be foolish enough to spread news that you've reached the King level in just a few months," he said calmly. However, behind his composed demeanor, his mind was racing.
He needed to be more cautious in using his talent from now on. Even if he had reached the Race level, there were still individuals out there who could not be underestimated. They were rare, but their existence was real.
"Hopefully, I won't encounter someone like that again," he muttered softly, recalling the terrifying experience he had during the soul-forming trial. Back then, an individual named Mharzan—the one who had given him the God Promotion Potion—had almost killed him.
"I hope I don't encounter someone like that again," he muttered softly, recalling the terrifying experience of undergoing the soul formation trial. At that time, an individual named Mharzan—the one who had given him the Divine Promotion Potion—had nearly killed him.