Chapter 48: My Goal
Ethan reappeared in the rest zone—his body breaking, reforming, evolving.
A Talent is bound to one's soul. And when a Talent changes, the soul follows. The body, in turn, obeys.
A burning sensation coiled within him, like molten steel pouring into his bones. His muscles tensed, compacting—each fiber tightening with raw, condensed power. His pale skin stretched as he grew taller, now standing at a commanding six feet.
And then—his hair.
It shifted. Bled.
Black strands intertwined with streaks of white, cascading to his shoulders, shimmering like dusk and dawn entwined.
His emerald eyes darkened, the color draining into an abyss—deep, endless, consuming. But within that void, something remained: pupils glowing like celestial rings of balance, stark white against the darkness.
If he had once been striking, now he was otherworldly.
Even the so-called Handsome Goblin was unworthy of sitting at his table.
His beauty rivaled the gods.
