Chapter 95: Chapter95-Aeolus

"Nonsense! Are you saying I slept for a whole thirty-six hours? Impossible! You didn't see the scene at that moment. I was like a god! There's no way I would have passed out from overexertion for that long!

Absolutely not!"

Exiled Immortal waved his hand dismissively and, after a moment of silence, looked back at Qing, puzzled, "Are you sure I slept that long?"

"I think I'm sure, because it's already the evening of the second day. If you don't have anything else to do, I'm going to the Adventurers Guild for a drink. Want to join?"

"Hey, Qing, what's the point of drinking? Where were we in our conversation?"

"Please, Exiled Immortal, you've been describing the scene to me for over four hours. I swear I can visualize it perfectly in my head. Just give me a break, will you?"

Qing scratched his head in frustration and let out a long sigh.

If he had known Exiled Immortal would be this verbose, he never would have asked about the incident.

For four whole hours, Qing had just been listening to Exiled Immortal embellish his actions with various grandiose phrases, portraying himself as a divine hero descending from the heavens.

The problem was, that storm had only lasted less than half an hour.

No matter how much he exaggerated, he couldn't possibly talk about it for that long.

"By the way, Exiled Immortal, old Mac came by today."

"Old Mac, oh right, I almost forgot. He owes me twenty swords. I need to go collect them."

"I don't think that's necessary. He came today precisely for that reason."

Saying this, Qing retrieved thirty swords from his player inventory and laid them out on the bed one by one.

"Thirty [Epic] quality weapons. Congratulations, you're now a rich man."

"Wow... I thought it was just a joke. I didn't expect he'd actually over-deliver."

Looking at the gleaming swords, Exiled Immortal took a deep breath.

To him, only two things could bring excitement: combat and swords.

"This is like... heaven? Well, maybe not, but it's really nice! Old Mac's craftsmanship didn't disappoint. Qing, if you see old Mac at the Adventurers Guild, give him my thanks."

"I will, if I see him. Oh, and one more thing..."

Qing turned around and patted Exiled Immortal on the shoulder, speaking in a serious tone, "John said to find him when you wake up. He has something to ask you."

"Got it, I'll go find him later."

Exiled Immortal was clearly entranced by the allure of the thirty swords, and Qing wasn't sure if he had even registered his words.

But for now, Qing didn't care.

"Of course there is. As far as I know, your previous talent was SS-grade [Windwhisper], correct?"

"That's right, I've had that talent for the past few months."

"Then that's strange. Do talents evolve during the game? I've never heard of that. Don't you and Qing find it odd?"

"Strange? Talents... should be capable of growth, right?"

"Of course not! Talents are called talents because they can't be easily changed. Qing's resurrection can be understood, but you? Evolving all of a sudden? Do you think that's normal?"

Hearing this, Exiled Immortal frowned, sensing something was off.

"Now that you mention it, John, I have been feeling a bit strange recently."

"Be more specific."

"I feel like I've gotten a lot stronger. Haven't you noticed? I've grown taller. I'm now as tall as you. I thought you all had noticed."

"Impossible! Really? Stand up, let me see."

John stood up, and upon seeing Exiled Immortal's eyes level with his own, his eyes widened in shock.

"Damn... you really have. But why? Are you of age?"

"Another year to go."

Exiled Immortal sat back down, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Seeing this, John quickly stopped him, puzzled.

"Exiled Immortal, what are you doing?"

"What do you think? Taking off my clothes. Isn't it obvious?"

"Yeah, it's obvious, but why are you suddenly stripping?"

"To show you my changes. Everyone knows I'm not on the Attack route; Agility is my preference. But look."

Exiled Immortal took off his jacket, revealing a muscular chest, with bulging muscles that even made John feel inferior.

In just thirty-six hours, after one sleep, Exiled Immortal had evidently transformed from a kid into a muscular man. John was completely clueless about this.

"Have you seen any strange people lately? Or had any strange dreams, perhaps about [Gods]?"

"Funny you mention that! During my sleep... well, I didn't realize I was unconscious. I thought I was still awake because it felt so real. Do you understand, John?"

"Get to the point."

"Alright, alright... the point is, I dreamt I became Aeolus! I lived on Mount Olympus, becoming the god who controls the winds and storms!

With just a wave of my hand, I could unleash storms across the land! Can you imagine that feeling, John? I absolutely loved it! It's just a pity that it was only a dream, leaving me with nothing but empty joy. It's truly disappointing."