Chapter 5: Super Strength

Walking beside the older knight whose chainmail clattered beneath his armor reverberating through the hallway admist their endless silence.

The duo walked in silence until they reached Elon's quarter.

Sir Remus stood still by the side having completed his mission.

Just when Elon thought it was all about to be over, Sir Remus finally spoke up putting an end to the silence.

"Young Lord..." as if hesitating " you've changed." Sir Remus said after the sudden pause

Totally caught unprepared, Elon was left speechless not knowing what to say. Was it a compliment or had his identity as another Elon been exposed, but this thought was instantly brushed off. As a reader who once read tens of book, he was quite familiar with the transmigration genre

Finally after a few seconds of thought Elon decided to keep quiet, nodding his head at the Knight's words.

" Hmm… Madam Rita would be here soon to treat your wounds"Sir Remus added breaking awkward atmosphere, as he wasn't someone good with words.

"No, I'm alright"

"It wasn't that serious, should be better in a day" Elon said not wanting to reveal anything strange about his body.

"..."

Hearing Elon's reply, Sir Remus kept quiet for a few seconds, staring at him to confirm if he was really ok.

"You see?" Elon said adjusting his left arm without a hitch.

"Ok" confirming Elon was ok , the older knight bent his head over before turning to walkaway.

"Huffff!"breathing an inaudible sigh of relief Elon watched the elder knight leave his site before entering to lock the door to his quarters, thankfully there were no maids as they all seem to have gathered at the scene of the commotion.

Walking towards the full length body mirror, Elon hurriedly took off his shirt, revealing his lean body with an injured arm.

Using his shirt to clean off the blood, as the wound beneath was revealed, Elon saw his flesh barely squirming, so slow and almost unnoticeable as it mended together.

"..."

Shocked, Elon was left speechless for minutes staring at the wonder on his arm.

According to the memories left behind by his predecessor,there was no such thing as magic, ability or superpowers in this world.

Just a purely mortal world with mortal kingdoms fighting over territories.

"What tha..?!" Elon finally managed to say.

"Could my body have gone through some special mutation, due to my transmigration or maybe caused by the ritual" Elon muttered in disbelief, since both were probably the reason behind his transmigration to this world.

'Am I going to have some kind of superpower like on earth?' just as Elon had this thought, he was suddenly struck by a look of realization and an idea to experiment.

"What of my strength? "

"What of my speed?"

With an eager look on his face,Elon forsook his other arm, walking hurriedly towards his wardrobe.

" Let's see…" Without thinking about how much of a damage he could cause, Elon punched forward, the surface of his hand suddenly filled with bulging veins as he used his full strength.

Bang!

The sound of collision reverberated through the spacious space of his room, worthy to be called a chamber.

"Crack!" a barely audible crack sound was heard, as splints of wood were sent outward.

As a wood worthy enough to be used in the Grand Duke's home, castle.It surely wasn't cheap and definitely of great quality, yet Elon one punch left a very deep obvious fist print on it while sending a few extra wood splints flying.

Elon: "..."

Instantly jumping with excitement like a kid who had been gifted a new toy, Elon raised both arms with his fist tightly clenched..

"Yes!"

Hardly suppressing the influx of excitement through his blood system, Elon walked to the wardrobe, touching the edges of the fist print to feel the damage he dealt.

While containing his excitement, Elon began to analyze his own strength.

"Based on chinese movies, I now have the strength of a well trained,no , an expert chinese monk who had gone through years of seclusion, refining their bones and flesh, to the extent a punch could leave fist print on metals , and their head would remain unbroken no matter the amount of blocks it withstood ..."

Lost in thought, Elon continued to fathom the height of his new strength.

" I am a superhuman?" Elon finally came to a conclusion after abolishing several thoughts.

Looking at the fist print on the wardrobe once, Elon confirmed his thought with even more confidence.

"Hahahaha" pausing... Elon released a sonorous laughter.