Strength!

— Some time later, within a separate room of the Falazar's large mansion —

"You can stop sticking things in my mouth," I said, swatting at the hand in front of me. "The only thing you're going to find in there are the remnants of what I ate before being proclaimed dead. I don't know about you, but I think that might give you a disease."

"Eldest Young Master, I'm just following the orders of Count Falazar," said a middle-aged man in an old-fashioned doctor's coat. "Forgive me for not obeying your wishes."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "Just stick it in and finish quickly. I want to test out my arms and legs as soon as possible. There's also this cultivation thing that everyone's been raving about. You just know I have to try it."

"Yes, Eldest Young Master…" the doctor agreed unenthusiastically as he resumed his consensual fingering session.

— After enduring for a few minutes —

"Alright," the doctor said as he retracted his hands from Knox's anus. In his hands was a bigger-than-average metal rod. "That concludes the physical check-up. Concerning your health, I'll be reporting to the Count that everything is as it should be."

"Gee, thanks, Doc," I said sarcastically as I pulled up my pants and turned toward him. "Without you probing me with your rod, I never would've been able to walk again. But now look at me—good as new!"

I lightly scoffed before walking away from the probing table. I exited the room and made my way down a long, empty hallway.

Well, I wished it were an empty hallway… But unfortunately for me, there was a chick with a bad case of crazy eyes staring directly at me.

She had long, slightly curly pink hair and hazy purple eyes. Her figure was impressive—better than most supermodels on Earth. However, neither her killer bod nor her beautiful appearance made up for her deranged personality.

"My love!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw the awkwardly walking man hiding his face behind his hands. "You can actually walk! I prayed for years that this day would come to pass, but to think it really did happen!"

At first glance, one might assume this crazy chick was a concerned lover of my highly sought-after self. But appearances could be extremely deceiving…

"Well, my Knox," said the crazy-eyed girl, her hands piously interlocked and her heavy, heated breath making the hair follicles on my neck stand on end. "Those last maids who got a little too handsy with you have already been… taken care of! This means that we can finally be together!"

"Sorry," I said, pushing her kissing face out of the way. "I have a fiancée now, which means you and I won't work out. But listen, Cela, with your hotness and that, uhmm… affectionate personality of yours, I'm sure men will be lining up for miles just to get the chance to be with you. Keep your spirits up, girl! Girl power for the win, yeah?"

I booped Cela on her cute button nose before skedaddling out of there. Large beads of sweat fell from my face as I turned around several corners. Only after making certain that I wasn't being tailed by that crazy stalker of mine did I exhale a breath of relief.

I leaned up against a wall, catching my breath. Looking down at my jiggling legs and feet, the reality of it all finally seemed to settle in.

I can move…

I can actually move!!

I'm no longer a f*cking cripple!!!

It took hundreds of thousands of years of painfully dying and the loss of most of my sanity, but I finally accomplished it!

A cripple no more!

"I have a good feeling about the days to come," I said with an expectant smile, using my hands to wipe off my sweat. "Wait… I didn't just jinx things for myself, did I…?"

[I don't know,] the System said, grinning. [Check your balls. Are they still there?]

"!!!"

As soon as I heard those words, I hurriedly stretched out the bottom half of my dragon-adorned robe. And luckily for my future wife, my sleeping anaconda and golden jewels were still safe and sound—tucked away with my robe.

[Big words coming from such a 'small' man!]

[(¬ᴗ ´¬ )]

"Don't you have an off button for your voice or something??" I asked, my brows furrowed in annoyance. "If you do, then I command you to turn it off."

[Yeah, and I command you to stop being such a whiny b*tch, but seeing as neither will happen, you should stop asking for the impossible.]

"...."

No longer wishing to speak to my d*ckhead System, I returned my attention to reality. It was then that I observed my surroundings. Somehow, I had walked to the Training Area of our mansion's huge backyard.

Numerous family members were outside practicing their martial arts under the blistering heat. They seemed to be fully immersed in what they were doing, driven by the sole goal of becoming better—becoming stronger.

Conveniently ignoring the explosive eruption of pinkish-purple aura from where I had just been with Cela, my golden eyes shone at the sight before me. All these people—practicing martial arts—it was a magical thing to see.

"Even from all the way over here," I said, my long raven-black hair wildly blowing about, "I can feel the wind produced as a result of their strikes on the wooden dummies. To have such power…"

It was at that moment—shortly after I acquired the ability to function like a normal person—that I figured out what it was that I really wanted.

Strength!