After a moment of astonishment, Jason’s heart returned to normal.
The whole process was about the time it takes to breathe.
There was some pain, but for Jason, who had gone through his body being crushed to pieces multiple times, it was virtually negligible.
At this moment, what he cared about more was why such a state occurred.
“Is it because my heart can’t bear such a load?”
Jason began to recall Gerard’s notes.
‘When the Griffin Body Refinement Technique reaches a certain level, it requires a more powerful physique to Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories. The time this takes depends on the individual’s talent, fast being 3-5 years, slow needing more than 10 years (written in blue: of course, those with exceptional talent need not adhere to this).’
A mere difference of 9 points.
Can 3 points of the Excitement of Feast really not compare with 9 points of satiety?
The answer was affirmative.
And there was even room to spare!
“This is the right way to cultivate!”
“Fear not death, and advance with courage!”
Jason looked at the contrasting values and thought to himself in silence.
Then, at the bottom of his heart, he had more plans for cultivation.
However, he needed more satiety.
“46 points of satiety, enough to die 15.3 times…”
“A me without 30 lives is restless.”
Thinking this, Jason sat up.
He prepared to patrol his territory.
Since he needed more satiety, he might as well go hunting.
However, Jason did not leave immediately.
Because he heard the footsteps of the female pastry chef.
After tidying up the shop to the standard where it could open normally the next morning, the female pastry chef stretched and headed upstairs.
Although she had slept until midnight, how could sleeping on a table ever compare with lying in bed?
Especially in winter!
The call of the bed was irresistible.
The female pastry chef, after washing up, cozily snuggled into the warm bed, and almost the moment she closed her eyes, she entered her dreams directly.
She lay in bed without moving.
She merely turned her head to look in the direction of Jason’s room.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Even through the wall, she could sense that Jason seemed… stronger!
He really had gotten stronger!
Instantly, Evelyn’s eyes glowed with heat and… a touch of intrigue.
This discovery made her change her plans temporarily.
She decided to observe him for a bit longer.
She silently told herself not to rush.
She and he were just starting out.
She and he had plenty of time.
Lost in her own thoughts, Evelyn smiled foolishly to herself. She tried hard not to make any sounds, but she couldn’t help it and had to cover her head with a blanket.
The low laughter, muffled by the blanket, became even quieter.
Heard it very clearly, that is.
In a normal state, with nearly four times the perception of an average person, Jason only needed to close his eyes to rely on his specialty, Blind Fighting, to raise his perception to four times that of an average person’s.
So he heard it quite clearly.
He could even discern the joy in the female pastry chef’s laughter.
The voice was slightly different.