Up in the heavens, the gods cheered. They had already decided that for his next "training" session, they would give him a "standard" sword that could accidentally slice through the fabric of time.
Kazuya—now the young aristocrat Cain von Silford—stood in the center of the Royal Academy’s training grounds. Chapter 24 had seen him accidentally level a training building while trying to perform a "simple" enhancement spell. While the onlookers were paralyzed by his sheer destructive output, Cain was busy having a mental breakdown.
"Did he say ten percent?" the God of Magic, Reno, scratched his head. "I thought he said 'tenfold.' My ears aren't what they used to be."
