CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: SYSTEM REMODELS MY BODY?

Torun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the stone ceiling of the cavern. He seemed to be lying on some soft blanket, as if he had just woken from a long, deep sleep, his mind now clear and refreshed.

Before he could figure out where he was, a woman’s delighted voice rang out beside him: "You’re awake?"

Torun turned his head and saw a tall, curvaceous female minotaur with glossy fur and a dignified appearance. Her gentle, watery eyes gazed at him, and her ample chest—exaggeratedly voluptuous—was impossible to ignore.

She wore only a few crude animal hides, barely covering the most intimate areas, leaving the rest of her toned, athletic figure exposed to the air. Her physique radiated the allure of a female minotaur, enough to stir the desires of any male of her kind.

But unfortunately for her, she was facing Torun.

This minotaur, who had been heartbroken less than twenty-four hours ago, felt no flicker of desire. He frowned slightly, his mind throbbing with pain. "Where... am I?"

I seem to recall... battling that man named Charles?

And then... my soul was wounded by magic, and I fled?

Yes, I ran far, very far, and then I saw an exit, and then...

I think I fell from somewhere?

"This is my home," the female minotaur said. "Last night, when I returned, I found you lying unconscious, as if you’d fallen from the mountain. Your leg was broken."

"So I brought you here, applied medicinal herbs, and now it’s been a full day and night. Thank the gods you’re safe. Your broken leg should heal completely in a few more days."

As she spoke, her eyes shimmered with unspoken longing, and she swallowed hard. "Your body is so... sturdy."

Torun missed the suggestive tone in her voice entirely. He only felt relief—he had cheated death. "Thank you," he said. "My name is Torun Highmountain, a warrior of the Highmountain tribes. What’s your name? Which tribe do you belong to? I’ll repay your kindness."

"My name is Ines," the female minotaur replied, her expression darkening. "I no longer have a tribe. My parents and all my kin were slaughtered by the Empire of Sein."

"Now I’m just... surviving alone, day by day..."

Torun’s eyes widened, and in an instant, fury blazed anew in his heart. "Then come with me to the Highmountain tribes!" he declared. "My people will protect you!"

Ines’s lips curled into a smile, and she nodded. "Really? I can have a new family? Thank you so much, Mr. Torun!"

...

Charles and his group waited through the night, but the minotaurs never emerged from the mine. Whether they had gotten lost, encountered some powerful foe and been wiped out, or simply lacked the rope ladder to climb back up, they never returned.

Charles had no intention of going back to hunt them down. His party had pressing needs: Anno had to return to Blackstaff Tower to report her findings, and Bonnie required urgent medical treatment.

So, at dawn the next day, they left the miners’ camp outside the Tide Caverns and headed back to Rockseeker’s Outpost. From there, they would find transport to the Rubble District and finally return to the monastery in South Harbor District with Bonnie.

The first leg of the journey alone would take at least a full day. The mountain roads were treacherous, and the distance to Rockseeker’s Outpost was vast. With Bonnie’s limited mobility, the trip stretched to two full days before they finally reached the small town.

Upon their return, Anno, Bruno, and the female brass Dragonborn went to the guild to turn in their quest and collect their reward. To avoid drawing attention, Anno used her share of the gold to purchase a voluminous cloak, completely concealing Bonnie’s figure. Only then did Charles escort her to find a carriage.

The journey was fraught with minor troubles—many drivers were reluctant to take on a mysterious figure shrouded in a heavy cloak. Fortunately, the power of coin smoothed over these obstacles.

Once the carriage was secured, the group parted ways reluctantly. Bruno returned to the mining company, the brass Dragonborn sought another adventuring squad to join, and Anno, bound by duty, had to reunite with her teammates to share her findings and reassure them of her safety.

At the moment of parting, she and Charles embraced for a long time, their cheeks pressed together, until the driver grew impatient. Only then did they separate, boarding their respective carriages. Anno watched until Charles disappeared from sight before sighing and turning away.

Charles, meanwhile, spent another full day on the road before finally returning to the monastery.

Upon arrival, he immediately upgraded the clinic to level two, summoned Sophia, and relayed Andny’s request. Together, they settled Bonnie into one of the clinic’s new beds for a thorough examination to determine the best course of treatment.

But for now, that was no longer Charles’s concern. Exhausted from the journey, all he wanted was a long, hot bath!

"Ah..."

In the expansive level-two bath chamber, Charles soaked alone in the enormous tub of warm water. Every muscle in his body relaxed, every pore opened, releasing the fatigue accumulated over the past few days.

Pure bliss.

The feeling of returning from an arduous mission and sinking into a hot bath... truly, it was one of life’s greatest pleasures!

Though this trip hadn’t yielded much—aside from securing a strange egg for Andny, solidifying his relationship with Anno, boosting his prestige with Blackstaff Tower, establishing friendly ties with the Mountain Dwarves, exposing the true nature of the Alliance of the Mountain Purifiers, and earning roughly a thousand Purification Points—it still felt incredibly rewarding.

Even though he’d spent eleven thousand Purification Points in one go, leaving him unable to upgrade the monastery to level three for now... well, no matter. He’d save up, adventure more, and worry about expanding his influence and building an army later!

For now, it was time to focus on personal strength!

So... System, allocate my points!

Opening his system interface, Charles navigated to the attributes tab, his eyes burning with determination.

Places like Garbage Island, teeming with undead ready to be farmed, were exceedingly rare. On the surface, this was still an era of peace and prosperity—true chaos had yet to descend.

Unless he stumbled upon incredible luck, finding another such location to grind points would be nearly impossible. Thus, upgrading the monastery to level three wasn’t feasible in the short term.

Might as well max out his attributes for the greatest immediate benefit!

With that thought, he began allocating points.

Raising an attribute from 8 to 13 cost 100 Purification Points per point. From 14 to 15, each point cost 200.

Any higher?

Sorry, the system couldn’t help—at least not until he reached legendary status. For now, this was the limit. Further improvements would require leveling up for attribute boosts or good old-fashioned training.

Charles’s most pressing need was Constitution. His current Constitution attribute was 11, so without hesitation, he covered the stat with his hand and started tapping furiously—

Ding-ding-ding-ding—

Four taps, and 600 Purification Points vanished. A flood of purifying force transformed into white light, surging into his body, purifying his organs, and enhancing his Constitution...

Charles felt a tingling, itching sensation in his internal organs and every inch of his muscles. He couldn’t help but gasp deeply, and with each exhale, a faint, murky aura escaped his lips...

Is this how the system remodels my body?

Hmm... Not bad.

Enjoying the near-massage-like sensation, he pulled up the system interface and spent 500 Purification Points to raise his Perception from 12 to 15. Then, he spent another 800 points to boost his Agility from 9 to 15.

Just like that, 1,900 Purification Points vanished in an instant, and his core combat attributes were now maxed out to their current limits.

As for Strength and Intelligence...

He didn’t rely on them much, and his 13 Intelligence was already sufficient. But after some thought, he decided that an 8 in Strength was downright embarrassing for a man. Gritting his teeth, he spent another 1,300 points to raise both Strength and Intelligence to 15.

Now, aside from his Charisma, which was already at the mortal cap of 20, every one of his attributes had been elevated to 15.

A perfectly balanced role, with no weaknesses.

Of course, his Purification Points balance had dwindled to a pitiful 859. But compared to the gains, the cost was well worth it!

More purifying white light continued to flood his body. This time, he felt the tingling, itching sensation spread through his muscles, bones, eyes, ears, brain—even his soul.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and surrendered completely to the force of purification, allowing it to remodel his body. Astonishing changes were underway, and he needed time to adapt.

After what felt like an eternity, the misty white light finally faded.

Charles reopened his eyes and looked down at his naked body submerged in the bathwater. His overall physique hadn’t changed drastically—apparently, the force of purification could only indirectly enhance his Constitution, not directly increase his height or weight.

But his physique had clearly been refined. The most noticeable changes were in his chest, shoulders, arms, and abdomen, where defined muscle contours now stood out. With even slight exertion, hard, square muscles became visible, showcasing explosive power.

Well, visually, it’s perfect. But how strong is 15 Strength, exactly?

He climbed out of the bath, assuming a push-up position on the floor. Supporting his upper body with both arms felt effortless, as if he were holding up nothing more than a feather.

Then, he tucked his right arm behind his back, balancing on just his left. Still, there was no strain—as if his 60-kilogram body were weightless.

He performed a few one-handed push-ups, finding the motion smooth and easy. At this rate, he could probably knock out a hundred without breaking a sweat.

This is a massive, tangible improvement...

Charles marveled. Fifteen Strength was exceptional even among minotaurs, orcs, and Dragonborn—races known for their natural might. For a human, 14 Strength alone would qualify someone as a powerhouse.

Next, he stood to test the effects of his 15 Agility. Unlike Strength, which was purely about brute force, Agility encompassed more: flexibility, balance, reflexes, and speed. Testing it was more complicated.

First, flexibility. Standing straight with legs together, he bent forward and easily touched his toes. With a little more effort, he pressed his wrists to his feet.

Then, he straightened and suddenly lifted his left leg, attempting to hook it behind his neck like a martial arts master in the movies.

"Hnngh—"

It took some effort, but he managed to loop his left foot around his neck, balancing perfectly on his right foot without a single wobble—even on the slippery bath chamber floor.

Not bad. Without even warming up, my body’s flexibility rivals that of professional dancers.

As for reflexes, he couldn’t test those yet. But given the dramatic improvements in strength, flexibility, and balance, he was certain his reaction speed had also skyrocketed.

Now, when facing enemy attacks, I can adjust my posture faster, dissipating force more efficiently. No more being forced to tank Torun’s greataxe head-on or letting Anno break through my guard so easily.

This isn’t just a minor upgrade—it’s a game-changer. Next time I spar with Anno, raw physical prowess and weapon techniques alone might be enough to best her!

Heh...

Lowering his left leg, he pushed aside his fantasies and turned his attention to another attribute: Constitution.

After boosting it by 4 points to 15, his breathing had become deep and steady. His body’s resilience had leaped forward, reducing his reliance on False Life and Armor of Agathys.

This effectively extended his "mana pool," further enhancing his endurance in battle.

But the benefits of a high Constitution didn’t end there.

Creak—

The bath chamber door swung open. Charles glanced back to see Hattie—having finished her work—now clad in fresh garments, padding toward him with feline grace.

She wore only a white bath towel draped around her waist, exposing generous swaths of her ample breasts, the deep valley of her cleavage, and the milky plumpness of her thighs below. One glance was enough to ignite desire.

Meeting his hungry gaze, Hattie curved her lips into a smile. She stepped behind him, hands settling on his shoulders. "Master," she murmured, "shall I scrub your back?"

Charles pulled her into his arms. "Test my stamina instead, my dear." Before she could reply, his mouth captured hers in a deep kiss.

Improved Constitution strengthened endurance—whether on battlefield or in bedding. Hattie never refused his advances. Her pale arms—smooth as lotus roots—wrapped around his neck as she closed her eyes, tongue meeting his with equal hunger. The thin towel slipped, baring her voluptuous body against his skin. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, so overwhelming even Charles’ enhanced physique struggled for breath.

Behind them, Ruth, Sephera, Theresa, and Nidalee entered, equally nude with towels loosely draped. All except Sophia and Andny (tending Bonnie) and Ekta (averse to baths) had gathered for this decadent test of vigor.

"Oh...!" Hattie’s melodic cry soon echoed as Charles sheathed his thick cock inside her from behind. Slap—slap—slap—! The rhythmic impact of flesh against flesh filled the chamber, Hattie’s pussy gripping him with wet heat. Her fleshy lips stretched around his girth, inner walls fluttering as he thrust deeper, the swollen head of his dick rubbing her cervix. "Harder, Master... milk this slutty cunt dry!" she moaned, arching to take him deeper. Charles gripped her full breasts, pinching her stiff nipples as he hammered into her dripping slit.

Two hours later.

Charles stood revitalized, gazing at the witches who lay limp and breathless in the large bath. Their bodies were contorted in exhaustion—legs splayed, breasts marked with bruises and teeth marks, pubes glistening with mixed fluids. Yet his throbbing cock remained undefeated, veins pulsating with unmet need.

Did their witch energies replenish me during coupling?

Or is a fifteen-Constitution body truly this indomitable?

He recalled the ceaseless stamina he’d displayed—a relentless pile driver plunging into one honey pot after another. Sephera had screamed through her climax, vaginal walls spasming around him as she flooded his shaft with cum. Ruth’s high libido had her begging for oral sex until her thighs trembled around his tongue. Nidalee’s pubic bones ground against him as he filled her to the hilt, while Theresa’s labia minora swelled red from his thrusts. Still, his balls ached for release.

The answer eluded him. Most humans averaged ten Constitution; twelve was exceptional. Even dwarves, minotaurs, or half-orcs rarely exceeded fourteen without rigorous Training.

But he was fifteen—an engine of virility roaring through endless energy reserves. Ambition surged: Could I conquer the Amazons now? Last time they wrecked me—today, I’d dominate.

Yet he dismissed the thought. Why expend such power on she-pirates who fought like beasts? Better purposes awaited.

I grant them mercy... for now.

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