Muscles Playing Music

William listened to Mr. Rabbit's brief explanation of the club, and faintly sensed that something was wrong.

But at present, the only thing that could help William's body grow was the Acrobatic Troupe—and Mr. Rabbit. He had no choice.

More importantly, when William stepped into the club's front courtyard, he had faintly sensed that the Abyss and the body might be connected somehow. His instincts told him he had to seize this opportunity. Perhaps he could once again develop an alternative Abyss ability.

After bidding Mr. Rabbit farewell, he returned to the Transfer Station.

William swept his gaze across this fleshy-walled room and soon found the "drawing spot"—a flesh-like opening directly in the center of the floor.

He reached his arm as far into it as possible and quickly felt out the small muscle balls inside.

The numbers were 1 and 3.

Phew~ William let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I didn't draw 'Human Body Assembly' or 'Sports Meet.' As a newcomer, I'd probably fail the competition-style training. If I were subjected to the Rabbit Men's physical education, who knows what I'd turn into.

"Did I draw wrestling and music and dance?

"Wrestling—in other words, a pure physical confrontation with a 'Rabbit Man' chosen from among ten thousand. They'll probably use some method to lower our ranks to the same level, allowing us to engage in so-called pure wrestling.

"I haven't experienced the club's training methods yet. If I go straight into a physical confrontation, I'll probably lose more than I win.

"I'd better go to the music and dance area first and get a feel for it. I've experienced something similar before, after all."

As William stuffed the No. 3 ball into the corresponding slot, the muscles contracted and opened a special passage.

Music Dance Room

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