Joji was not afraid of pain. If a man wanted gold, then dungeons and labyrinths were the straightest road to it.
"Maximize the output," he told the witch.
The Lady of the Swamp's hand paused for a moment, as if weighing whether he had lost his mind, but in the end, she relented.
Joji summoned his armor. It was far removed from the smooth, bone-like shell it had once been.
Now, at Rank-C, it gleamed under the light with a harder, mineral sheen.
Even the witch looked startled. She stepped closer and inspected it herself, and there, in its layered surface, she could still see the likeness of the Mineral Armadillo stomach she had once given him.
Then the winds turned savage.
Joji felt the blows hammering against his armor, felt each impact shudder through his frame, but his attention was fixed elsewhere.
{Aura: 14} (⇧ 0.20)
{Mana: 17.32} (⇧ 0.18)
{Prana: 0.19} (⇧ 0.19)
{Force: 0.17} (⇧ 0.17)
The values rose without pause, and Joji could have laughed from the relief of it.
