The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 7: The Disgrace of the House of Whitewolf (2) (Part 2)

How… how was that even possible?

That was something no one could do without relying on Aura.

So then—was Adrian using Aura?

Absolutely not.

Adrian had zero talent for Aura.
No, it wasn’t just “zero”—it was practically a void.

There wasn’t a single person in House Whitewolf unaware of that fact.

In other words, this was purely physical strength.

“U-Urgh…!”

Leverton couldn’t believe his eyes.

How could a human do something like that?
And of all people—Adrian?

The infamous playboy of the County, known for gambling and indulgence.

A pale-skinned noble heir who had likely never trained a day in his life.
Adrian looked like he’d shatter if someone poked him too hard.

Before becoming the drill instructor of House Whitewolf, Leverton had been a mercenary.

After accepting a proposal from the previous count, he left behind his mercenary life to train soldiers at the estate.
It had already been over ten years.

And yet, even with all that experience, he could say with certainty…

…This was a first.

‘That damned lunatic…!!’

He had never seen someone so brutally obsessed.

A lunatic?
Was “lunatic” even enough to describe Adrian?

This training Adrian was undergoing—
It wasn’t something a human should be capable of.

Crack! Crrrack! Snap!

With every lift, strange sounds exploded from Adrian’s thighs.

His muscles weren’t just tearing—they were rupturing.

‘That… that’s beyond training…!’

This wasn’t just pushing the limit—this was shattering it.

There are biological limits to every human being.
Aura was a force that allowed one to transcend those limits.

But Adrian couldn’t use Aura.

Right now, in this very moment, Adrian was just human.

Crack! Crrrack! Snap!

‘How the hell…!’

The very truths Leverton had trusted his entire life were crumbling before him.

After all, muscle growth comes from recovery.

You push muscles to their limit through intense training, they break down, and then recover stronger.

But even that has a limit.

If the damage progresses to rupture, and the muscle can no longer recover—
You lose your strength permanently.

Limits are called limits for a reason.

And breaking them comes at a terrible cost.

But then—

Grrrk… grrrrrrk…

…What the hell was that?

THUD! THUD-THUNK!

As the barbell crashed to the ground, a massive tremor followed.

His skin had gone beyond flushed—it was burning red.

Heat radiated from his exposed upper body, and steam was visibly rising from it.

The muscles were beyond repair.
Ruptured beyond salvation.

His body crumpled to the floor.

That was when—

◆ You are not in your right mind!!!

A sudden message appeared before his eyes.

And immediately after—

◆ Skill ‘Regeneration [C+]’ can restore ruptured muscles.
◆ Required nutrient: Protein
◆ Would you like to consume protein to regenerate the ruptured muscle?

This was the skill he had obtained by Predating an Ice Troll¹.

There was no need to hesitate.

But the problem—he couldn’t even lift a finger. Every muscle was torn.

Fortunately, activating the skill only required willpower.

◆ Using skill ‘Regeneration [C+]’.
◆ Consuming a large amount of protein to regenerate ruptured muscle.

As the message popped up, Adrian’s entire musculature began to writhe and churn like clay.

If muscles had a will of their own, this was how they’d behave.

Ruptured muscle fibers were restructured, twisting tighter and denser than before.

The rebuilt muscle mass became so tightly packed that not even a sliver of space could be seen between the fibers.

And then—

◆ Muscle fibers have surpassed their limit!
◆ Muscular structure has been reconstructed!
◆ Strength stat has increased by +4!

His Strength stat had risen by 4 points.

“UWAAAAAAAH!!”

Leverton let out a primal scream without realizing it.

And who could blame him?

Grrrk… grrrrrrk…

Adrian’s muscles were shifting again.
That sound—was unmistakably the sound of recovery.

“What…?”
“W-What the hell is that…!!”

The soldiers around him stood with jaws hanging open.

How was that possible?

Human healing had limits.

If your skin was cut or torn—it could heal.
But if your limbs were severed? That was it.

Human regeneration couldn’t restore lost limbs.

And Adrian’s muscle rupture just now?

That was on the same level as a severed limb.
An injury so critical it was normally irreversible.

But he had recovered—in an instant.

That… wasn’t human regeneration.

Unless some magic had been involved, there was no way that was possible.

‘Magic…? That’s not magic.’

No, not even magic could achieve that.

The only force capable of such a thing—was Divine Power, the kind only granted by the gods.

Perhaps, just maybe, the Saintess of the distant Holy Kingdom might be capable of something like this.

Only then could someone say,
“Ah, if it was the Saintess, that might be possible.”

To put it simply—Adrian’s body was growing at a divine speed, as if the Saintess herself were training him.

It was no different from receiving the so-called ‘Imperial Nurturing’².

‘Imperial nurturing…?’

No—he wasn’t receiving it.

He was doing it to himself.

“U-Unbelievable…!”
“How is something like that even real?!”

The shock that hit Leverton and the soldiers was no longer just surprise—
It had turned into full-blown horror.

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