The next morning, Zane woke up feeling refreshed. All the soreness and fatigue that had wrecked his body were gone.
But as he tried to sit up—
Nothing moved.
His eyes widened.
His fingers didn't twitch. His legs didn't shift. Even lifting his head was impossible.
"What the…?"
Then it hit him—he was still wearing all 104 Arcane Rings, and while he was peacefully sleeping and digesting, the weight kept increasing. Every fifteen minutes, another kilogram had been added.
A familiar voice chuckled nearby.
"Look at you, huh. I knew this would happen."
Shelby stood by the window, arms crossed, clearly amused.
"I can't move!" Zane growled. "What can I even do like this?"
Shelby strolled over, his grin widening. "You're gaining nearly a tonne a day. You thought there wouldn't be a catch?"
He picked Zane up with one hand like he was nothing more than a sack of pillows.
"Alright, to the gym. From today, your real training begins," he said, striding out.
