"Core Weave: Musculature Optimization Sequence—Level 1."
"Oh good," Lucavion muttered. "Level one."
[You activated a combat rehabilitation basin, you idiot.]
"I didn't know it was a combat rehabilitation basin!"
[Because you didn't read the inscription below it!]
"Stop with the nagging," Lucavion muttered, rolling his neck as the glowing bathwater pulsed again. The pressure had shifted—less crushing now, more like… resistance training conducted by a polite ghost.
At first, it had been sharp, jarring. But now?
Now it was settling. Contained. Rhythmic.
The hum of mana wrapped around him like a second skin, woven into the fibers of muscle and bone with deliberate care. It pressed—yes—but no longer with the same overwhelming weight. His body had adapted.
No—endured.
'This thing was probably calibrated for your average Awakened,' he thought, glancing lazily at the still-glowing glyphs. 'A baseline framework. Some middling graduate with soft nerves and glass wrists.'
