"How are you feeling?" I asked as I removed the lid off the coffin. "Shock, Grandmaster." Replied the old man as he got out of the coffin.
Big changes have occurred in him; he has become a leader class Tyrant, and his Bloodline revitalized. He also looked much younger, from a man in his mid-sixties; he now looked like a man in his late fifties with a streak of red hair between his white hairs.
"I had come to you with hope, but you have performed a miracle," He said with tears dripping from his eyes.
"It is not a miracle; my skills are a little different from others and more suited for these kinds of things," I said, shaking my head before the storage bag appeared in my hand, which I placed in his hands.
"For me, it is a miracle," He said as he wiped away his tears.
