That's right, Zeka had now fully recovered to his original state—both of his arms had returned.
In fact, he was even stronger than before—many times over.
Veins of glowing green light coursed across his body like creeping vines, spreading in all directions, as if actual tendrils were clinging to his skin.
Noan observed the space around Zeka. Clearly, his strength had grown immensely compared to before, and yet… it was still far too weak.
Zeka snorted in disdain.
He stood up, clenched his fists, and a harsh "Crack! Crack!" sound rang out.
"Violette… you slept with her, didn't you?"
"Ah! How'd you figure that out?" Noan replied with a mocking smile in his voice.
"Huh!" Zeka scoffed. "She clearly liked me, but wouldn't let me touch her. That leaves only one explanation… she'd already slept with someone else."
Noan: "…"
