"See that? That's the power of Holy Light!"
Master Langre burst into laughter. Tremendous strength erupted from his scrawny arms, and in his contest against Lord Gangyan, he showed no sign of falling behind.
"Damn it! How could something like this exist? The power of Holy Light... with this, how are warriors supposed to make a living?"
Mages could now arm-wrestle warriors, and their bodies were no weaker than a warrior's. How were warriors supposed to survive from now on?
Mages were already terrifying enough! Now, even the last weakness of mages had been patched up by the power of Holy Light. How were anyone else supposed to live?
Warriors, knights, monks, and swordmasters were all deeply dejected, but... the rogues were already on the verge of tears!
Damn it! If mages could compete with warriors in strength, how were they supposed to use stealth? How were they supposed to use Backstab?
After finally rushing up to a mage, they would end up... getting knocked unconscious by a single punch? Rogues were doomed!
"Master Langre! Master Langre! Please teach us the power of Holy Light!"
The mages present had gone mad!
How many years had it been? How many years had they been mocked by those muscleheads?
Mages possessed immense power and spells capable of destroying cities and nations, but... the muscleheads only needed one sentence: "Can a man who needs magic to satisfy his harem still be called a man?"
That was an eternal pain in every mage's heart!
"Enlarge," "Bull's Strength," "Bear's Physique," along with the "Ring of Virility" and the "Pink Book"—mages lived quite harmonious lives.
But... they would still be mocked by the muscleheads!
Now, Master Langre's academic research had shown mages hope that they could glow with vitality without "magical assistance"!
They had to learn