"Young master, do you always get these scars when you tie yourself up with those threads?"
"More or less. You get used to it after a while." His voice remained calm. He intentionally used this method to constantly activate his body's ability to adapt.
No one could speak of the harsh environments powerful races lived in, but Kael could consciously create a relatively harsh survival environment for himself—
for example, this long-term exposure to dense magic power eroding his body and the injuries sustained.
Maintaining this consciously, as long as he ensured various body-nourishing materials and career level advancements, it was entirely possible to forcefully enhance his Attributes and some rather special skills.
Hassaka gently stroked those scars, feeling a heartache, her heart pounding like a drum.
Kael turned his head to see her face, flushed red from the steam. This silly girl was using her tail as a towel, dipping it in hot water and gently cleansing his body.
