The first thing Ryan broke after leaving Seraphina's room was a curtain hanger. It was one of those rare, unenchanted things in the royal palace and as he pushed it open like he usually would while passing through this area, it ended up completely coming apart.
Crash!
The maids rushed into the area, wondering what had happened late at night.
Ryan's expression hardened.
What is this strength?
He had barely touched the curtains.
"Prince Ryan, are you alright?" an old maid asked worriedly as she looked at the curtains. Other maids also had worried expressions.
Oh, it will be troublesome if someone noticed that I became stronger out of nowhere.
Others would come to the conclusion that he had awakened a Class.
"Ah, I am fine, all fine." He flexed. "I just slipped and pulled the curtains apart… Did I trouble you?"
"Oh no, prince. As long as you are fine, it is all well. The noise just terrified us…"
Ryan nodded and moved away from them with a somewhat strained smile. He didn't known any of these maids, and all of them looked irritated. No matter whether they were maids or not, no one would like to clean up another person's mess at night.
But as he turned the corner and left them behind him, he turned to look at his own clenched hands with excitement.
Superhuman.
Superhuman strength, motherfucker!
Hahahahahah!
How much strength did he actually have?
Ryan walked quickly through the corridor, feeling incredibly excited.
I might be getting too excited. Maybe I am still not at the superhuman level?
There were clear levels to strength. By birth, Ryan was at the human-level, a person who could crush small animals or insects merely by walking over them.
And then there were the elites among the human-level. The athletes, the fighters, or extreme gymnasts. Yet, these elites were still at the human-level. No matter how hard they tried, they will never be able to engage in a physical brawl with something like an elephant.
Ryan was born at that human level, and on Earth, he was destined to die at that level. That was why he had never been that interested in gym or muscle training on Earth.
Why should he care, when he would never be able to wrestle elephants even after working for years?
But now, that was different.
Now, he was gaining real strength.
Perhaps, he already had enough strength to overwhelm actual human elites like Earth's athletes.
Hehehehe. Those people on Earth can only dream about this!
"Hahhahaha!"
Ryan became even more excited as he walked, but at the same time, he did not go and touch anything. He did not want to make a ruckus by breaking everything for experiment.
What was he, the old spider man movie's cliche main character?
Ptew. Ptew. Ptew.
When I meet Sera next time, I should ask her if I really am beyond human now.
Tsk tsk. I am so egotistical and arrogant.
Perhaps 21 points in Physical Strength was still at the human-level, something like the better trained individuals among athletes.
Ryan had never been such an athlete, so he would not know how having that much strength would feel like.
Going to the gym would make it all clear. How much can I lift?
With quiet interest, he soon reached the place he had wanted to reach since all this while. It was a closed room with a magical lock—the room's door would only open for a few people. After all, this was Seraphina's personal gym.
The personal gym of the Human Kingdom's prodigy princess.
Of course, Ryan could enter easily. It was also his gym in name, though he never came here.
The door opened as he pushed.
The darkness was abolished as the lights turned on by themselves.
There was no bulb or LED in Mugen. There was no need for such technology when magician with the Craftsman sub class existed. They could create all sorts of wonders—automatic detection doors, lighting, enchanted walls. Everything.
Ryan entered the gym and looked around.
The way this giant room looked so similar to a normal gym on Earth was quite… something. There were dumbbells, punching bags, and even a wrestling box. It was so similar, Ryan wondered whether other transmigrators had appeared in Mugen before he did.
Anyway, pushing that thought aside, he moved to the biggest weights in the room. It was placed exactly in the center.
Is this what Seraphina is lifting these days?
Appraisal.
[Automatic Limit Weights]
[This is a Mage-crafted tool that can change its weight according to the person who lifts it. The stronger you are, the heavier these weights can become.]
Oh, she had these? Then why did she keep all the other smaller weights around?
He looked at its current weight and his jaw almost dropped.
[15030 kilograms]
Ryan gulped. 15 metric tons? Seraphina was that strong?
Damn that giantess.
Whatever it was, this was also the perfect tool to check his own limits.
Ryan took a deep breath and squatted in the middle of the weights. Immediately, he tried to lift it but it did not even budge.
His face reddened in effort.
The weights began to become lighter.
And right as his hands felt as if they were ripping apart, it became light enough for Ryan to barely lift from the ground to his chest. He wanted to lift it higher, but his arms shivered and he ended up letting go, making it fall heavily onto the floor.
Hu…
Appraisal.
How heavy is this thing?
[105 kilograms]
What?
Ryan frowned, flexing his wrists. These weights were merely 105 kilos?
That made him pissed.
Even regular power lifters on Earth would consider that weak. After all, true elite athletes could lift more than 200 on average and the most powerful power lifters came close to 500 kilos if he remembered correctly.
And now, he was here, thinking that he was all this superhuman or whatever with just 105 as his limit.
Fuck spiderman. It's all his fault.
I will come back with more strength, you fucking gym.
With a flourish, he left the gym and closed the door behind him. Soon enough, he put those in the back of his mind and left for him room.
…
Ryan pushed open the door to his room cautiously, not wanting to break it. It was not that he had gained superhuman strength, but even this much strength was still foreign to him. That made him use more force than was necessary, making him break things.
As he opened the door, light from the corridor brightened the dark room. It was already nearing midnight.
From amidst the darkness, a pair of beautiful amber eyes looked at him, lit by a beam of light that streamed in through the doorway. A petite figure was barely visible to his Enhanced Vision.
Kaelith.
He closed the door. Walked upto the bed and crawled on top of her. She looked up at him with tightly closed eyes, the bedsheet wrapped around her.
"Hey, why are you closing your eyes?" He pinched her cheeks.
She opened a wink and looked at him.
He leaned closer, feeling her smell. It was as intoxicating as yesterday.
They exchanged a soft kiss.
She let his tongue enter, briefly greeted it, then they both forgot the action itself and focused on each other.
There was clear reciprocation as well—Ryan's heart skipped a beat. Why are you so cute, Kaelith?
Waiting for him in his room.
Well, aren't you daring?
It was different from how Sera or Eleanor tasted—this was sweet. Adorable. While they were either hot or sour. And the fact that she was blushing so much, the fact that she was so incredibly shy about this, yet so bold, made it ten times better.
They parted and looked into each other's eyes.
"Were you waiting for me?" He asked.
"…yes. Where were you this late?"
"With Sera, had some work."
"Hmm."
"Why are you so red, still shy around your hubby?"
"What hubby?" She asked in a small voice. "I don't remember marrying anyone."
"Look at you, so adorable," he said with a smile, once again kissing her.
He couldn't get enough of it.
"How long have you been waiting?"
"For a while."
She tightened the blanket around her
He blinked. "Can I enter the blanket with you now?"
"No."
"…why?"
She blinked, then beckoned him closer.
He moved his ear next to her lips.
"You can't enter," she whispered: "because I am naked under the sheets."
Ryan turned to look at her face—he could barely make out her fair neckline.
Gulp.
"I like naked," he said.
She blushed.
Ryan took a deep breath and pulled the sheets away. A pair of small, but adorably perky boobs came to his sight. She covered them with her hand, but a simple shove pushed those away,
He placed a trembling hand on top of the sacred mount and gently squeezed. It was soft, oh so fluffy under his hold. She put her own hand on top of his.
Such soft hands.
I love you.
He pressed his fingers around her nipple. She closed her eyes tightly.
Hm~
"Kaelith," he called.
"What"—a fierce blush—"my prince?"
He looked intensely at her chest.
"Feed me."