After leaving the fortress of House Zalyne, Viserys immediately focused on enhancing his constitution with the attributes that had increased by more than ten points. He signaled to Dany and Kyla to remain silent for the time being. Opening the panel, he saw that his Constitution was already at 73.6. Adding 10.5 points would bring it to 84.1, the level of a first-class warrior.
Although there was still a gap between him and the humanoid monsters like the Mountain or the tribal chiefs like the Horselord who rose to power through sheer force, he was already a rare warrior. Not only could he fully display his swordsmanship and combat skills, but he also had additional bonuses. After all, there's a saying that "Might makes right." With enough strength, he could perform any trick.
Adding all the points to his Constitution, he immediately felt a surge of power throughout his body. His muscles twitched continuously, like a swarm of snakes writhing under his skin. His bones cracked, and his head steamed like a kettle. Dany and Kyla had never witnessed such a scene before and couldn't help but worry about Viserys. They wanted to ask him about it, but his earlier request for silence held them back. From his expression, however, it seemed like he was enjoying the experience, with a smile on his lips and a light sweat on his forehead. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was in a sauna.
As the two of them watched Viserys's transformation with curiosity, a strange smell suddenly filled the carriage. At first, they searched for the source of the odor, but soon it became so strong that their eyes watered.
"This... this can't be shit, can it?" Kyla asked, unable to hide her disgust. 'Why would the gods choose someone who shits in his pants?'
Both of them covered their noses and mouths, fighting the urge to jump out of the carriage. Soon they were retching.
Finally, they arrived home, and both jumped out of the carriage as if escaping. The coachman was about to help them down but saw them running more than ten meters away from the carriage, panting heavily. Feeling puzzled, he turned around and looked through the curtain. The stench hit him like a punch, leaving his head spinning.
"What the hell is going on in this carriage?" he exclaimed, about to speak but was stopped by Kyla. She warned the coachman not to spread what had happened. As the "messenger of the gods," Viserys's embarrassing situation was not something to be shared.
After about ten minutes, Viserys opened his eyes. His senses restored, he jumped so high that he broke through the roof of the carriage. The closed environment and sudden gain of strength made him mistakenly think he had been hit by a tear gas bomb, leading to his uncontrolled leap.
Dany and Kyla looked at him in horror. 'How could a person jump that high? He must be a monster!' With the carriage in disarray, they stared at Viserys, who stood there like a statue.
After a moment, he realized the unpleasant smell was coming from his own body. Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes and rushed to the water storage room, moving so fast that his legs left a blur. If someone had measured his speed, they would have found it nearly reaching the limit of human capability. Grabbing a bucket, he poured water over his head, and gray-brown dirt streamed down to form a small river at his feet. Though a faint odor remained, it was quickly dissipating.
Dany and Kyla, recovering their senses, followed him with deep concern. According to Dany, if a person stank, it usually meant they were injured, yet she couldn't recall Viserys being hurt. Kyla was equally puzzled, wondering if Viserys had been poisoned. But why was Dany unaffected?
When they reached the water room, their doubts were replaced by astonishment. Viserys stood there, his body clean and flawless, resembling a sculpture of a god. The water cascading down his skin gave it a dazzling luster, and his muscles, shifting with each movement, seemed the work of a master artist. Both women were momentarily stunned. For over a decade, Kyla had known only training and combat, but now she felt something within her stir. If a god stood before her, 'This is what it would look like', she thought, rendered speechless.
At that moment, the maid discovered the commotion and hurried to the water room. Upon seeing Viserys' body, her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and she felt dizzy as if she had taken some potent elixir.
"Don't just look, bring me some clothes," Viserys instructed. The maid, realizing her embarrassment, turned away, her face flushed from her cheeks to her ears.
"Brother," Dany said softly, as if afraid of startling him.
"I'm fine. Don't tell anyone about what happened today," he replied. The two women nodded.
After thoroughly washing with soap, Viserys headed to the lawn where he and his sister usually practiced martial arts. His Constitution had now reached 84, allowing him to earn 0.23 Assignable Points daily. This meant that by the tenth day celebration in a month, his Constitution would surpass 90!
'If I had such a reaction breaking through 80, what will happen when I reach 90? What if it reaches 100? If this continues, as long as I live long enough, I'll probably be as strong as Captain America, if not stronger. I could jump off a ten-story building and walk away with just a pat on the back,' he mused, envisioning the possibilities.
"Kyla, attack me," Viserys commanded, holding a two-handed sword effortlessly in one hand as he performed a casual sword dance. The weapon's formidable power was evident in the whirring sound it made slicing through the air. Kyla realized that he must have become even stronger—could this be a gift from the gods?
Drawing her sword, Kyla engaged Viserys in combat. The first blow made her arms go numb, a sensation familiar from dueling strong swordsmen. However, the second blow disrupted her balance, shocking her. As an assassin, her greatest strength was her agility. By the third blow, she was left speechless—Viserys had knocked the sword from her hand!
As the weakest of the three, Dany couldn't discern much from the fight, but she knew her brother had grown even stronger. Viserys casually plunged his sword into the ground, where it sank halfway in. Despite having fought Kyla, he had used only 30% of his strength.
He realized his current strength allowed him to wield a two-handed sword as a one-handed sword. Moreover, his left hand had become much more flexible, prompting him to consider dual-wielding. With such power, he held an extra card in his hand. If his conflict with Andersen escalated uncontrollably, he could escape with Dany, protecting her in any Free City.
Viserys estimated that House Fregar would make their move in two days at most. Fortunately, with House Zalyne backing him, his residence was well-guarded, thanks to Methys.
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Less than three days after Dany's birthday party, Ranche hurriedly approached him, looking very anxious. Even his usually well-ironed, neat clothes seemed a bit messy.