Without noticing the passage of time, Minos opened his eyes again, this time to a new level.
'Level 107.'
He clenched his fists, his muscles trembling with the amount of energy at his disposal. The weight of his body seemed lighter, while the sensation coming from his passive abilities was stronger than ever.
'It was easier than I thought... With each progress I make, the strengthening of my essence seems less 'cruel'.'
Cultivation could be painful. Improvement was also a form of torture. One often had to inflate one's soul in order to force negative parts out of one's body. The process itself could be addictive, but not that pleasant.
The feeling of growth was definitely incredible, and nothing could compete with that satisfaction. But during the cultivation process itself, one could even suffer a lot before reaching this important point.
But as Minos grew stronger, he felt that his progress became more... gentle?
