"Huh? What sixty years, one or two hundred years."
Ulysses looked at Richard with some confusion, having slept for more than five hundred, close to six hundred years, even he felt somewhat disoriented. But soon, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Huh! How long have I slept? Kid, how have you almost become a high-level God!"
Having returned to being a Fifth Level creature, Ulysses could tell at a glance Richard's current power. In the ten years since the war ended, Richard had raised his physique to the limit of a Fourth Level creature. If he wasn't adjusting his battle body, he could have become a Five Rings Great Wizard several years ago.
"Let me count," Richard counted time on his fingers, "about six hundred years."
"Six hundred years? Only six hundred years!"
