"Damn, this really is me…"
Kael muttered. He had tried moving randomly, acting like no sane man would, but the man on the other side of the mirror did the same. It really was him.
He had even removed his shirt while he was doing his little experiment, and the moment he saw his body, he couldn't help but gulp.
Now, Kael wasn't a narcissist, but…
'Even I'd fuck myself…'
He couldn't help but think inwardly.
Yes, he was a narcissist.
But this time, he couldn't be blamed. He barely recognized himself. Because of all his training that pushed him to death nearly every single day, his body had already developed quite some muscles and looked quite good. It was something that he was very satisfied with,
But this…?
This was simply absurd. It was as if his body had been rebuilt, sculpted by the finest craftsmen in the world. Every muscle was shaped to absolute perfection—not too bulky, not too lean, but dense, sharp, and defined.
