"What a fantastic fruit!" Myne mutters excitedly. "Perhaps I could convince Fenrir to buy a few dozen from her mother. With that kindhearted lady's personality, I'm sure she wouldn't mind giving me some." He exhaled deeply, then examined the ring in his palm. After a moment's contemplation, he slipped it onto the index finger of his left hand.
"Sigh, if this keeps up, by my twentieth birthday, both hands will be completely covered in rings. If I wore them on all ten fingers, I'd look like a clown!" Despite these concerns, Myne couldn't help but tremble slightly with excitement. He decided not to dwell on such things in this happy moment and quickly began pouring mana into the ring.
As he did, he realized that when 30% of his total body mana (excluding mana in his inventory) entered the ring, one of the gems on its surface would light up with a faint golden glow. With a simple thought, he could also sense that he could easily summon a clone of himself at any moment now.
