Big Smokers Won't Meet White Doves...

In truth, someone's deduction had been entirely correct.

At least for Tristan Marchand, he seemed never to have felt this good before.

Now over two meters tall, this "big guy" stood on a bustling Tokyo street, ignoring the strange looks cast at this giant of a man and the pedestrians who even went out of their way to avoid him.

He merely let out a deep breath, as though trying to drive every last trace of laboratory smell from his lungs!

Warm sunlight spilled across his unnaturally pale face, creating an almost dreamlike sense of having returned from another lifetime.

This was what it felt like to be alive----

After spending more than five days completing the first phase of the Ether Assimilation Experiment, which no longer used experimental animals but was applied directly to human subjects----

This Perfect Blood-enhanced subject, who had already begun displaying clear signs of mutation and looked especially like an albino patient, could only log into the trial world to relax and test the researchers' proposed second-stage plans while his real body remained bound to an alloy observation table in the laboratory.

He casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought. After putting one in his mouth, lighting it, and taking two puffs, this veteran smoker—now standing at two-point-one meters tall with an exceptionally broad build, like a wall by the roadside—could not help feeling that something was off----

Too mild!

At first, he thought it was a problem with the brand. But after buying two packs of different cigarettes from a nearby convenience store and trying them, they still tasted bland as hell!

Refusing to believe it, he simply grabbed a whole handful of cigarettes, stuffed them all into his mouth, and lit every one with his lighter. Only when a