Jack broke out of his cocoon…
He stared at his hands in awe of the power that ran within his flesh and blood.
He felt he could level a mountain with a single punch!
This level of physical might was something he had yearned for most of his life.
He was a martial arts enthusiast, so talented he could pick up the arts of various martial schools in a single try.
People always lamented that he was born in the wrong era. If he had been born before the arrival of guns and nukes, he would have been a force to be reckoned with for sure.
But the reality was that no matter how strong his human body became, it could never rival an armored tank. Heck, a single military-grade drone would be enough to take him down.
He had lived his life with stubbornness and desperation. The art he loved so much was useless, but at the same time he never wanted to let it go.
Jack was a bull-headed individual, adverse to utilizing borrowed power.
