I'm on my way to the seaside mansion, a necessary pit stop to avoid arousing suspicion about my sudden weight loss.
It wouldn't be ideal to end up on the magical tower's dissection table, though that's just a figure of speech. The magical tower is already aware of «The Sanctum» and they possess three of its keys.
"Master Zephyr, we've arrived at the mansion,"
A servant inford before assisting in disembarking from the carriage.
"Welco, Young Master Zephyr," greeted the butler of this mansion.
It's beco quite a routine for to visit here, leading my father to appoint a dedicated butler.
'I must shed so weight before starting at the academy as I don't want to draw too much attention there,' I contemplated as I addressed the butler. "Please refrain from disturbing unless it's for als."
With my instructions given, I made my way to my room. As I settled on the bed specially prepared for my size, it hit just how colossal my body had beco after Transmigration.
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As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks seamlessly transford into months, my daily routine had beco a disciplined art.
With the help of the Zendal bracelet, I ticulously controlled the flow of mana into my body. It was an intricate process, one that couldn't be rushed.
Attempting to convert too much mana in a single go would result in excruciating pain.
My regin was straightforward: every day, I worked on converting a 4 kg weight comprised entirely of mana into tangible body strength.
This systematic approach allowed to steadily build my physical prowess.
The progress was undeniable. In just one week, I found myself capable of lifting a 100 kg weight effortlessly.
To put it into perspective, that already exceeded the physical limits of many ordinary humans.
With each passing day, I could feel the surge of power coursing through my veins, and I marveled at the incredible transformation brought about by the careful manipulation of mana.
It was a journey of self-improvent and empowernt, one that held the promise of even greater achievents in the realms of strength and magic.
"Young Master, You look completely different," the butler exclaid, his astonishnt evident in his voice.
"Really, Do I look good enough?" I inquired.
"Only good enough, You look like a perfect creation, young master," he replied.
I couldn't help but smirk internally at the butler's response. I was well aware of the transformation that had taken place within over the past two months.
My once-bulky figure had been replaced by a physique that could only be described as otherworldly.
Chiseled muscles, a well-defined six-pack, and a handso face that could captivate anyone who gazed upon it - I had beco the epito of male perfection.
However, I also knew that my rivals at the academy, particularly the heroines, were bound to be equally stunning.
The academy was known for attracting individuals of extraordinary talent and beauty. Nevertheless, for the ti being, I reveled in the fact that I was currently the most handso man in my own right.
As I contemplated this, I realized that it was ti to prepare for my upcoming journey to the academy.
The most fascinating thing was this beauty was nothing in front of those professors from «The Chrintain Valley» as I rembered the description about them.
I instructed the butler to arrange a luxurious bath and provide with a new wardrobe. My old clothes were no longer suitable for my transford physique.
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