The Voidshadow sports car, which he had once guided with effortless thought, now felt like a powerful beast he was barely managing to control.
His body, no longer burdened by the harsh labor of the radish fields but still shackled by the power-suppressing manacles, felt both drained and oddly strong.
He ran a quick mental check of his status.
A month of exhausting labor and the mysterious effects of the ginseng-soap had reforged him.
His base physical attributes, even in his sealed state, had skyrocketed.
He estimated that his raw physical power was now equivalent to that of a Level 8 Awakened.
It was a staggering improvement, a testament to the Principal's strange but effective training methods.
He had gone from being weaker than an ordinary person to possessing the strength of a competent academy student, all without using a single bit of his SSS-Rank talent.
