Seven days had passed.
Ethan stood alone in the center of the dimly lit room that had once felt like a cage. Now it felt too small for him.
His body had grown rapidly over the week. The frail child who had once been dragged into this place no longer existed. He now possessed the physique of a teenager, and his frame was lean and defined. Every movement that he made was precise and controlled.
A translucent panel shimmered faintly in his vision before it faded away.
[Master: Ethan Hunt
Physique: 820 kg
Spirit: 820 kg
Talent: Infinite Comprehension]
He was on the verge of surpassing James in raw strength. The Black Bull Gang had always been a cluster of low-class thugs who relied on intimidation and numbers rather than true power. There had been no elites among them, and there had been no one who was truly remarkable.
Technically, Ethan had already become the strongest member in the gang.
He did not feel proud.
He only felt ready.
