Ethan stood still, his gauntleted hands relaxed by his sides, but his entire body hummed with power—new, refined, and violent if unleashed.
Most people would spend decades—a lifetime even—just to achieve one level up.
But he had done it twice… in a single week.
It felt surreal. Almost unnatural.
Many would call it a miracle, a testament to his talent. But Ethan wasn't so arrogant. He knew better.
"This isn't just me," he thought. "The Sanctum had a hand in this. It had to."
He had leveled up using Overflow—a dangerous, rare method of oversaturating one's body with Meta Essence far beyond safe limits. For most, it would have meant paralysis… or death.
But he was able to survive and level up
He could feel it in his muscles, his instincts, his perception.
He was sharper. Faster. Deadlier.
Still, he didn't let it get to his head.
"This isn't a gift. This is a responsibility stacked on responsibility. But…"
He looked over to the restrained woman glaring daggers at him.
