At that moment, Lynn was struggling to maintain his balance, with no time to look at the data.
He stared fixedly at the violent force within his body, guiding it along a specific path with his mental power.
He could not let it run wild. It had to travel through his meridians, his bones, his flesh, gradually merging into every cell.
Another wave of lightning struck.
This time, it was his internal organs.
Lynn's body arched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was mixed with charred fragments—pieces of internal organs burned away by the lightning.
His vision darkened, and his consciousness nearly scattered, but he gritted his teeth and held on, grabbing the third bottle of potion and pouring it down his throat.
"Physical damage: 32%... Repairing..." "Fusion rate: 3.7%..."
Time passed little by little.
The integration of the Truth Marks was exceedingly slow.
Lynn had no idea how many bottles of potion he had consumed.
More and more empty bottles piled up at his feet. The wounds on his body burst open and healed, healed and burst open again. His wizard robe had long since been soaked in blood, then baked dry by the lightning's heat, clinging to him as stiffly as an iron plate.
Yet he could feel his body growing stronger.
After every cycle of destruction and repair, his muscle fibers became tougher than before.
Whenever lightning washed over his bones, their density increased.
Whenever arcs of electricity passed through his skin, the protective layer beneath it grew a little thicker.
"Physical strength +2%... Current cumulative increase: 17%..." "Lightning-element resistance +3%... Current cumulative increase: 24%..." "Fusion rate: 58%... 61%... 65%..."
Finally, when the last bottle of potion ran dry, the lightning within him