My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

The design was strange but seemed borderline acceptable.

The rune\'s core was made up of two jagged, interlocking blades, each one crossing the other diagonally across his wrist.

The lines were sharp and angular, as though they had been carved with a razor\'s edge. The blades pointed in opposite directions—one towards his palm, the other up his forearm.

The light was brightest at the tips of the blades, where the lines were the sharpest and deepest, fading slightly as it neared the center where the two blades met.

There, in the heart of the rune, was a small circular rune, of a blood droplet that seemed almost ready to drip off his skin. It was as though the rune was feeding off his blood, drawing power from it to sustain its menacing glow.

Surrounding the crossed blades were smaller, runic symbols that looped around his wrists like barbed wire.

The symbols twisted and curled, forming a chain that seemed to tighten around his wrist with each passing second, binding the rune\'s power to him.

The skin around the engraving had turned red as though inflamed, the lines of the rune were swollen like fresh scars.

The texture was rough, as though the rune had been burned into him rather than carved, leaving behind an uneven surface that throbbed with every heartbeat.

Thin, dark veins of red spread out from the rune\'s edges, branching out across his wrists like the roots of a twisted, bloodthirsty tree.

The rune wasn\'t as large as Tron had expected it to be. It only covered up to five inches above his wrist which indicated Lana\'s high skills in rune-graving.

If one sees Tron at this moment, it was almost impossible not to see the rune in his forearm as it was glowing but when the magic reaction calms, it wouldn\'t be too obvious any longer.

Tron flexed his fingers experimentally, and the blades of the rune seemed to shift in response, the glow intensifying as though it was alive, reacting to his movements.

The pain was still there, but beneath it, he could feel the mist like power thrumming, eager to be unleashed.

Tron\'s brows were furrowed as he felt the ethereal power coursing directly through his veins. It wasn\'t that he wasn\'t what he was expecting, he was sad because it was even better than he had thought.

Imagine the constant feeling of being at the edge of a climax, that feeling of satisfaction. Like a starved pervert locked up alone for a hundred years finally seeing and using a young girl.

Moreover, this was just the tip of the ice berg Tron was welding. He couldn\'t imagine how real magic would feel like.

He clenched his fists, feeling the rough texture of the rune biting into his skin, and for a moment, he was about to test the spell in the room there and then.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he stopped and brought his hand down then turned to face Lana.

"Thank you." He was sincere in his words. He understood if other Rune-smith wanted to engrave the rune on his skin, they would charge a lot of coins and not even manage space not considerate of the fact that he might engrave other runes on his arm.

But Lana seemed aware of the fact and took care to manage space and keep the rune compact.

Lana smiled brilliantly seeing the rune was a success. She could finally register in the Rune-smith Guild and become an Acolyte Rune-smith.

From then onward, no one would dare belittle her as Rune-smiths were needed both far and wide in any kingdom.

Dropping all of her tools, she grabbed a book and a pen and started to write down a list of stuff for Tron.

"Here is a list of things needed for the Blink rune spell."

She handed the list over to Tron who took it with his right hand.

Immediately he saw the list, his face changed slightly. The list only contained about fifteen items. However, this items were so rare Tron had never heard of some of them before.

"They would all cost about a thousand gold coins." Tron looked up at Lana, obviously taken aback.

Lana flicked her hair and smiled arrogantly. "Did you think it would be so easy to engrave a Blink spell?"

"There\'s no need to be disheartened, your compulsory assignment would be in three weeks or so. You can use the opportunity to search for the herbs and items in the conquered dimension. It would be a lot more easier to acquire them there rather than spending a thousand gold coins purchasing them."

Tron\'s eyes lit up. But then, he smiled bitterly. He had already been banned from receiving lectures and resources for a month, there was no way he would be able to participate in the compulsory assignment with the rest of the class and it was also within a dimension!

Although he felt a bit bitter, he didn\'t regret the actions that brought him to that situation. If time was reversed, he would kill them all over again.

Moreover, he had made a plan to accept a mission from the academy and earn a few gold coins and also increase his strength with his adaptive cells from battles. It was only practical.

"Alright, give me a month."

With that, Tron turned around to leave.

However, before he stepped out the door, Lana spoke once more.

"Oh! I almost forgot. Use the rune carefully. Since you\'re arcane cortex has been destroyed, I linked the core of the Bloodblade to you flesh, blood and muscles. Once the arcane energy in your body is exhausted and you keep on activating the rune, your flesh, blood and muscles would be used to power the rune until you\'re sucked dried with nothing left."

Tron paused at the door\'s entrance with a squinted look on his face. He nodded his head and then left.