|Extreme Madman's Inner Array|

"???" Amilia's brows raised in surprise as she stared at the unusual Energy fluctuations occurring around me. "What is happening to you? Why do I sense a sudden surge of Innate Energy inside you?"

I smiled mysteriously. "Who knows?" I said with a sly whistle. "Perhaps you're just seeing things. Though, considering how youthful you appear, I doubt you have any eyesight issues."

Still no visible reaction to my words!

I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was really freaking handsome, you know! Out of everything prior to the completion of the first Main Quest, my greatest redeeming quality was my exceptional appearance!

I was like an Immortal who had fallen from the Heavens!

I was that handsome!

And yet…

"I see," was all Amilia said before looking away and walking in a certain direction. "I'll inform the Young Miss of your appearance outside the mansion. I'm sure she'll visit you as soon as she can."

With that, the cold-faced woman blurred and vanished into the folds of space, leaving me with only the enticing view of her plump butt jiggling as she achieved high speeds.

Amilia…

The more I thought about her, the more I wanted to conquer her and see something other than emotionless indifference. If not for my first Title, I would've wanted to see her make a different type of face as well.

Oh, the woes of being me… Haiz…

Shaking my head in resignation, I walked away from the broken window and returned to my room. I informed a few people of my whereabouts and the shattered mess outside Amilia's room on my way to my destination. The Head Steward started profusely sweating after hearing about what happened with me, my fiancée, and my stalker.

However, I was positive that he'd be fi~ne. He was tough like that.

The tough man in question:

"Oh, no! What should I tell the Count if he asks?? To learn of a dispute between the heirs of three Count Families in his very own backyard would…"

The Head Steward began to believe that keeping everything to himself was the far better choice. Though, after factoring in his undeniable loyalty to the Falazars, he knew that the moment the Count questioned him, he'd fold and tell him everything.

Such was the bane of being a faithful servant…

— Meanwhile, within the brand new lavish room of the Eldest Young Master of the Falazars —

"Dang~, they really hooked me up with this new crib," I said as my eyes appreciated the interior decorations of my room. "To think that the way they treated me changed so drastically just because I stopped being a Cripple. This world truly is a cruel, prejudiced one."

Moreover, it wasn't just this world; it was the same way for every single world I'd ever lived in.

Always—I'd always been treated as lesser than. As an inferior product—a mistake.

And after so long of living like that, I grew tired of caring…

With the passing of hundreds of thousands of years, I not only quit caring—I also quit caring about retaining what little remained of my sanity.

Because of this, I became an unpredictable and highly…dangerous person…

Sometimes, I'd find myself admiring pieces of scenery, only to feel the urge to burn everything to the ground. To slaughter everyone in my way. To force the world to feel a mere fraction of the pain I had to endure to make it to the present.

"I don't know if I'll be complete again—to be normal again," I said while looking down at my clenched fists. "But what I do know is that I'll become strong. So strong that not even God can bend and break me however he wants to."

During my 1,314 crippled lifetimes, there were many times when I wished for death to come sooner. Naturally, I gave up—more than once.

But, in the end, I always bounced back. Even if I had no guarantee that things would get better, I still found it in me to keep trying. To continue persevering.

Of course, things never did become better…

That was until now—my 1,314th lifetime.

"Now, then," I said, slapping my cheeks. "Time to stop being such a gloomy mess. The kind of strength I desire isn't going to come to me just because I want it to. I have to reach for it! Bleed for it!"

With a newfound sense of resolve, I took out the Cultivation Manual that I had asked the Head Steward for not too long ago. He told me it was unquestionably the best Cultivation Technique for the Body Refinement Realm in the Falazar Family.

However…he also said it was only so great because it cost the cultivator a price just as great.

"The |Extreme Madman's Inner Array|," I said as I read the worn-out italic lettering on a thin black manual that predated the founding of the Falazar Family. "It's a Peak Sky-rank Technique—one rumored to create the perfect foundation for cultivation while progressing through the Body Refinement Realm."

A technique meant for the Body Refinement Realm being of the Peak Sky-rank was unheard of in the Elemental Nations. However, one must not assume that just because it was high rank that it was simple or easy to practice.

To remold one's body into an interconnected array that expanded to more parts of the body the higher stage one advanced to in the Body Refinement Realm—

This was the |Extreme Madman's Inner Array|