Curseman Vase

Bang bang bang!

Kieran was practising his kicks on a sandbag that was as tall as a man. The sandbag hung over the ceiling, and each time he kicked the sandbag, a powerful blow sounded.

The powerful blows continuously sounded for a full five minutes before they paused.

Huu, Huu!

Kieran panted and wiped his sweat. The tiredness on his face was unconcealable, but likewise, his eyes were also glistening with a bright shine.

The guesses he had in his heart were verified in these few days.

The most prominent guess was about his skills and attribute. 

This dungeon world had been interfered with by some external forces. Although his body was limited to being at the peak level of a commoner, his skills weren't, and once he unlocked them, they would return to Transcendence level.

However, Transcendence level skills were incompatible with a commoner's peak physique.