Chapter 127: Visible Changes

Amon was breathing heavily.

The burning sensation had spread through every part of his body.

Even after more than an hour, it showed no sign of stopping.

Sweat covered his forehead and rolled down his back as he remained seated on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly while the purification continued.

The sensation constantly changed.

Sometimes it felt as though his bones were being heated from within.

While other times, it felt as though countless tiny needles were passing through his muscles and veins.

Amon had never experienced anything quite like it.

Even the pain from his previous battles seemed insignificant compared to this.

[Purification Progress: 61%]

Amon stared at the notification through his blurred vision.

"Only sixty-one percent?" He couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. "How much garbage is actually inside my body?"

The System didn’t answer. Amon could only grit his teeth and continue enduring the process.

Another thirty minutes passed.

The burning gradually became less intense, but the pressure inside his body continued to build until every breath felt heavier than the last.

Finally, after more than two hours had passed since he drank the potion, the sensation suddenly disappeared.

Amon remained still for several seconds as he drew in a deep breath.

The air entered his lungs smoothly, and his entire body felt completely relaxed.

He slowly stood up from the bed.

His legs felt slightly strange at first, as though his body had become lighter without him realizing it.

Amon looked down at himself before his gaze shifted to the bed.

’...Ah, fuck my life.’

The sheets were covered in sweat and a strange black substance that looked like thick black goo.

"Seriously?" Amon clicked his tongue and rubbed his forehead. "I just cleaned these."

He stared at the mess for another few seconds before deciding that complaining wasn’t going to make it disappear.

Amon turned around and looked toward the mirror and simply stared at his reflection.

"...What the hell?"

His body had changed considerably.

The changes weren’t exaggerated enough to make him look like a bodybuilder, but his muscles had become much more defined than before.

Veins were now visible across his arms, shoulders, chest, and even parts of his abdomen.

His waist was leaner, his shoulders looked broader, and the muscles across his stomach formed clearly defined abs.

Amon stepped closer to the mirror. He raised one arm and flexed.

"Hmm." He switched poses. "Not bad."

Amon couldn’t help but smile as he looked at himself.

The changes were obvious enough that even someone who hadn’t seen him for a few days would probably notice them immediately.

He had already been becoming leaner and stronger because of his training and the Perfected Origin Body, but the Mythical Body Purification Potion had clearly pushed the transformation much further.

Amon stood in front of the mirror for another few seconds before finally opening his System.

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[Status]

[Name: Amon]

[Level: 19]

[Strength: 47]

[Agility: 43]

[Vitality: 43]

[Defense: 44]

[Endurance: 45]

[Intelligence: 48]

[Spirit: 29]

[Mana: 96]

[Luck: 9]

[Available Attribute Points: 24]

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Amon’s eyes immediately brightened.

"Nice."

His physical attributes had increased by five points each, while his Intelligence had increased by five as well.

He looked over the numbers again with a satisfied smile.

The potion hadn’t increased his Spirit or Mana, but that wasn’t surprising.

Its purpose was to purify and strengthen his body rather than directly increase his energy reserves.

Amon closed the System.

"At least I didn’t drink something worth a fortune for nothing." He glanced at the filthy bed again. "Although I probably should’ve expected this."

Amon grabbed a towel and walked out of his room.

He headed straight toward the bathroom, took a long shower, and washed away the remaining sweat and black residue from his skin.

The warm water felt particularly refreshing after spending more than two hours enduring the purification.

After finishing his shower, Amon stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He dried his hair with another towel before walking toward the main hall.

This time, he finally found Ambrosia.

She was sitting on the sofa with one hand resting against her shoulder. She looked exhausted.

Amon smiled and walked toward her. "Where were you?"

Ambrosia lifted her head.

Her eyes moved toward him and then immediately paused. For a while, she simply stared.

Amon noticed her gaze and looked down at himself.

He was still wearing nothing except the towel around his waist. "...What?"

Ambrosia quickly looked away. "Nothing."

Amon raised an eyebrow but decided not to question it.

He sat down beside her. "Where did you go?"

Ambrosia sighed. "I had to go to the court."

Amon’s expression became slightly more serious. "Again?"

She nodded helplessly. "They needed me there for some paperwork and a few other things."

Amon nodded before he noticed the way she was holding her shoulder. "Does your shoulder hurt?"

Ambrosia’s expression immediately became tired. She nodded. "It feels like I’m dying."

Amon stood up. "Turn around."

Ambrosia looked at him with slight confusion. "Why?"

"Your shoulder is hurting, isn’t it?"

She hesitated before turning around on the sofa.

Amon stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

The fabric of her blouse was thin; he could feel the heat of her skin and the tight knots of muscle underneath.

He began to work them slowly, thumbs pressing in firm, careful circles.

Ambrosia’s shoulders immediately relaxed.

"Ah..." A quiet sigh of relief left her. "That’s actually helping."

Amon smiled and kept going, fingers sliding along the line of her neck and the top of her shoulder blades.

"You spend too much time sitting around and working. Your shoulders are really stiff." He said gently.

Ambrosia remained quiet for a while, enjoying the massage.

The room became peaceful, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from outside the apartment.

After several minutes, Ambrosia suddenly spoke. "Amon?"

"Hm?"

She hesitated. "What kind of woman do you like?"

Amon continued massaging her shoulder without thinking too deeply about the question. ’Why is she suddenly asking this?’

"My type?"

"Yes."

Amon thought about it. "I suppose I like women who are mature, reliable, intelligent, and know how to take care of themselves."

Ambrosia became strangely quiet.

Amon continued. "Someone who is kind but isn’t afraid to stand up for herself."

Ambrosia’s ears slowly turned red. She looked down at her hands.

"I also like women who are good at taking care of others," he added. "Someone who can make a place feel like home."

Ambrosia’s face became even redder.

She swallowed quietly.

"A-and what about..." She hesitated before asking, "Appearance?"

Amon shrugged. "Appearance is important, obviously."

Ambrosia’s heart skipped a beat.

Amon continued massaging her shoulder while thinking. "But I don’t think appearance is everything. If she’s beautiful but has an awful personality, I’d probably get tired of her eventually."

Ambrosia remained frozen. Her mind had already begun interpreting every word differently.

"...Amon," she gently spoke. "Do you have a thing for loving those close to you?"

’....Are you really going to ask upfront?’ Amon wondered to himself.

Though he decided not to shy away. "Yes."

Ambrosia’s face became bright red as she suddenly stood up.

Amon’s hands slipped from her shoulders. "What’s wrong?"

The woman glared at him. There was both anger and embarrassment on her face.

"N-Nothing!" Ambrosia hurried toward her room.

Amon stared after her in complete confusion.

"Wait, your shoulder..."

"I’m fine!" She yelled. "And stay away from Sidney!"

The bedroom door closed. Amon stood in the middle of the hall, still holding the towel around his waist.

He stared at the closed door. "...What the hell happened?"