“Haa… Haa…” Illyna tried to catch her breath.

She had red eyes, flushed cheeks, and drool dripping down her chin. She looked so obscene, but her prim and proper clothes remained completely untouched.

“What a very mysterious body.”

The body was so mysterious that anyone would have the desire to touch and massage it. Anyway, it did not matter even after she had become a Sword Master expert; Illyna de Pallan would remain the same.

—Looking at the strength of her body, I can tell that the machine gun in your past life would not be able to pierce through her flesh, right?

That was the beauty of full metamorphosis. Humans were the only race that could overcome their limits. After all, they had the most indefinite power. Upon undergoing metamorphosis, their bodies would naturally evolve and transform.

Although their skin would remain soft and supple, it would become extremely tough armor when needed by absorbing mana.

Davey silently pulled out a dagger to see how powerful Illyna’s body had grown after being subjected to his fingers’ magic.

Crack, crack, crack, crack…

Illyna’s body bore no cuts from the dagger. Instead, it transferred that impact back to the dagger itself and made it crack.

“Ah, wait… I might feel this every time, but…”

—Your body is even weirder. It usually wouldn’t reach that point.

No matter how immune to a thousand poisons a Sword Master’s body was, the strength...