Chapter 259: The Hand Given

Damon stared down the war troll, watching as its massive body regenerated from minor wounds. In contrast, he was still drenched in blood—his own. He had originally been on the brink of collapse, with only a sliver of life remaining, but after using his attribute points, he had forced his body to adapt, expanding his health points and pushing his limits beyond what they once were.

His body trembled, aching from the abuse it had suffered, yet something deep within him was changing. He could feel it. A clarity washed over him, sharper than ever before. His strength refined itself. His speed honed to perfection. His endurance became something more than just survival—it became power.

This was an evolution.

He was breaking free from the realm of weakness and stepping into the domain of the strong.

If he survived this battle… he would reach the first-class advancement.

Assuming, he thought grimly, I don't die first.