In an instant, wisps of warmth rose from nowhere within him, slowly coursing through his limbs and torso. His entire body felt as if it were soaking in a hot spring, a pleasant warmth that made him let out a long, contented sigh.
As for increasing his Constitution... it really didn't.
With his current powerful physique, the strengthening from the mining skill was negligible. The only truly precious thing was the mining memory infused into him by the Attribute Panel.
Within this memory of mastering the mining skill to the level of Great Success, he saw himself crawling through sunless mine tunnels with a hunched back, his fingernails packed with Profound Iron slag as he dug at the Earth Veins almost day and night.
He saw himself curled up in a drafty shack on a stormy night, the scabs on his worn palms sticking to the wooden handle of his Iron Pickaxe.
