Kapitel 227: An (un)even match up

'This...this is what happens when I shove a kaijin into someone?!,' Zhen Liu asked Logos and Pathos after seeing his grandfather touch down to the ground.

Patriarch Zhen Shi, on the average, was around five foot eight, whose [Aether Armor] could best be described as sleek, organic and aquatically inclined.

After Zhen Liu "bestowed" Frosttusk onto him, Zhen Shi was now about six foot five, was built like a goddamn tank and his armor looked decidedly more...viking-like. It had significantly more fur, tusks and runes carved into it.

<Kiiinda? Your grandfather's new look is because he's a Lord with a kaijin two levels weaker than him possessing him. If Frosttusk was a bit stronger, you could have seen something real crazy.>

=Consider this moment a preview of what you can expect when you reach that level of power, milord. Although, there will be an additional factor to consider, but nothing to worry about...yet.=

'I...okay.'