The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 487: Becoming A Monarch

Chapter 487: Becoming A Monarch

The second Damian crossed the white door, all his acquired items were left behind. His containers of mana liquid, his many runic tools, the numerous spatial storages filled with metal corpses and other things—nothing remained with him. He walked out exactly as he had come, even the dust on his clothes wiped clean as the same spotless white shirt and grey pants had been renewed. However, Damian did feel like something was odd. His field of vision was higher, his body felt.. slightly bigger? Did he just age?

Damian quickly checked his appearance, launching a water shield spell. He had indeed aged, but not the full thirty years. It barely felt like he had aged two—three at most—perhaps four years. His shoulders were more squared, and he felt more in control of his body. It felt good. So it wasn't a true frozen time. Even in the trials, people aged—just much slower. Around an 8:1 ratio—eight years in the trial but only one year of growth affected the body.

Now Damian felt anxious. Would he return to the exact moment when he had started the trial in the desert, or would the difference in years reflect there too? But that shouldn't be the case. The last time, for his prestigious job, he was gone for a month in the trial. If the 8:1 difference applied, he should have felt three to four days pass, but it had been mere seconds when he got back. Whether he had aged or not was a completely different question—unless it was different for each trial or world, or some bullshit like that. Well, he could find out once he finished this damn thing.