When I woke up, I found myself lying in a medical pod, surrounded by a team checking my vital signs and handling various safety protocols to see if any adjustments were needed.
I still vividly remembered being blown to pieces by a single punch—the kind where I didn't even have time to cry out in pain, utterly humiliating. Weren't they supposed to give me an Upper Mythic body? How did it shatter so cleanly? This had to be fake!
No, Lucifer wouldn't lie about something like this. He was extremely wealthy; the body itself should have been fine. That meant he simply hadn't suppressed his strength. That was very likely. To him, an Upper Mythic body posed no difficulty at all.
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