"YES!"

Glenn couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he jumped in his hot bath, sighing in satisfaction as he sank in the almost burning water, the heat giving the feeling of burning all of the filth, blood, and stress he had accumulated during his expedition.

"Hahhhh..."

The young man enjoyed a few dozen minutes in peace, scrubbing himself thoroughly of anything that couldn't be cleaned away by a quick Mundare, namely the putrid smell of blood and death that he had grown habituated to. After thoroughly cleansing, he finally jumped out of the water, casting one last glance around the bathroom with a whistle. Made entirely with black marble streaked with veins of gold, the bathroom of his Dark-Gold Fixer room was incredibly well-equipped, with a hot bath powered with magic, practically comparable to a modern bathtub, but only in a very luxurious version.

Warm towels were constantly waiting on a shelf, a cleaning and drying enchantment placed on them to assure top quality and minimum effort for the one using it. The most surprising feature, though, was the one that allowed to creation of an artificial warm rain of clean water, the droplets acting as a small massaging device in the shower.

All in all, it was the most enjoyable experience.

"Of course it's enjoyable, this shit is comparable to a fucking four or five-star hotel on Earth!" Diamanes exclaimed, before correcting himself.

"Well, I didn't see you ever rest in one in your memories, but from them, I can only deduce it should be a similar experience..."

"I can only guess, Diamanes. My fortune on Earth can't compare to the one I currently enjoy in this world. I mean, I suppose risking one's life does pay well, even if it comes with its load of pain, suffering, and mental scars," Glenn replied with a chuckle, almost snapping his fingers to summon his suit back, but restraining himself.

"I could use a change of clothes while I let mine fix up a bit in my soul..." Glenn muttered as he searched through the bathroom's shelves, finding a fluffy bathrobe to wear. He closed the bathrobe around himself with a rope, enjoying the fluffy feeling, before heading into his bedroom. He couldn't help but stop once again, nodding in agreement and satisfaction.

"Yeah, that's the bare minimum I deserve for my hard work..." Glenn smiled as he ran his hand over the wall, the smooth marble feeling very pleasant but most of all, very expensive. The most impressive and central piece of the bedroom was, of course, the king-sized bed. If he was already very satisfied with the one in his Gold rank room, it simply wasn't comparable to this one.

"...How many people could fit this bed? That's the question, isn't it...?" He mumbled as he jumped on it, his body automatically sinking into the comfortable mattress. He held his hand toward the blankets, his body screaming at him to pull them over himself so he could sleep for the whole day, but with a regretful sigh, he restricted himself and came out of the bed. Of course, it was the most difficult of all matters, taking all of his will and determination, but he eventually succeeded.

Glenn averted his eyes from the deadly trap that was his bed, instead choosing to explore once more his room. The biggest difference, after the bed, of course, was the size of the room. It wasn't a bedroom anymore at this point, but an entire suite. The young man couldn't help but wonder at how much it all cost, this interest was soon abandoned for another one.

"Damn, if they do all of this for a Dark-Gold, what would they do for the rank above...? I mean, Platinum should be possible for me after all the shit I pulled, right...?" Glenn pondered, earning a disbelieving sneer from the entity in his purple left hand.

"What, you're not satisfied with all of this bullshit? What good a bigger bed would do you when you're seemingly destined to remain single for your whole life?" He mocked, eliciting a judgmental gaze from his host.

"You know, before, it was mainly because I simply didn't want any attachment to this world, but now, it's because I can't even imagine myself doing anything remotely private with you around. Isn't there a way to block you entirely or something, like force you onto my memories for a while?" Glenn complained, gasping in surprise when he opened an unassuming door. He hadn't bothered to check it out earlier, thinking it would lead to a closet or something, but it couldn't have been further from the reality.

What lay in front of his wide-opened eyes was an entirely equipped private gym, with magically enhanced weights, dummies, and targets all around. The whole room was made of Blumar, making it impervious to most attacks. Glenn tried to calculate the price of it all but gave up, only smiling with a dumb look as he checked out all of the training tools available.

"Hey, what's so wrong with me watching? You don't seem to be too bothered washing up with me seeing everything..." Before Glenn could reply, Diamanes continued, the smile the purple palm widening wickedly, "...A bit of entertainment for me, and maybe you'll satisfy a hidden vice, who knows?" Diamanes chuckled loudly, profiting from the privacy to express himself loud and clear. Glenn didn't bother to reply, only sighing tiredly at the entity's antics.

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"Let's see what we have, then..." Glenn crouched in front of a metal ball, picking it up effortlessly. He played with it, throwing it up and down, the metal glint reflecting the magic lights encased in the Blumar ceiling. The lamps were encased in metal, somehow remaining unaffected by the disruptive nature of the deep-blue stone. Still, there were a ton of them, since the Blumar was greedily swallowing most of the light it encountered. The young man grinned at his distorted reflection in the steel ball, turning it around only to almost drop it in shock when he noticed the weight written on it.

"Oh—Shit, a hundred kilograms? How the fuck am I lifting this so easily?" He exclaimed in disbelief, rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't just him that couldn't read correctly.

"Wow~ What a surprise, you have the body of a gorilla on steroids. Crazy stuff, I swear," Diamanes stated with the least surprised tone possible. Glenn cast an inquisitive glance at his left hand, expecting an explanation. Diamanes sighed, passing his tongue over his white teeth before smacking his lips.

"You're already aware of the fact that your body has gone through quite the enhancement, starting from when you got those doses of Beast Blood in the Thorn's Church prison, right?"

Glenn nodded with a scowl, not particularly enjoying having to remember this part of his memories.

"Well, with how much you fought and how much magic you've used, your body has simply begun adapting. By dint of being broken into a thousand pieces, it rebuilt itself over and over again to become tougher and stronger. I mean, look at yourself in a mirror, if that's not a god-like physic, I don't know what is!" Diamanes exclaimed, chuckling at the end. Glenn looked at himself under his bathrobe, his eyebrows raised in suspicion. He looked good, as long as he ignored all of the scars, sure, but it didn't serve as proof of Diamanes' words.

"Oh, and since a shit-ton of Mana ran through your body again and again, and with you breaking through the Wall and all, despite being only a Third-Circle, your life expectancy has also been increased significantly."

Glenn's ears perked up, a curious smile appearing on his face.

"Oh yeah? By how much, a few dozen years?" He jeered as he waited for the entity's answer. Diamanes coughed awkwardly, before pinching his lips.

"...A hundred."

Glenn nodded slightly, shrugging dismissively.

"Is it a certainty I'm living until my hundredth birthday now? Nice, but not that incredible. I'm pretty sure a few people already pulled off a hundred and thirty years of age in my world, so a bit underwhelming, but still great to hear."

Diamanes grunted in displeasure, before correcting his host.

"No, you don't get it. You have an additional hundred years to live for. You can comfortably aim for the two hundredth birthday at this current stage of your life."

Glenn's smile froze, his brain not braining for a few seconds. He blinked confusedly, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to say something, only giving up due to a failure to find the appropriate words.

"...I'll be damned..." He muttered, still in shock. Diamanes coughed once again to get his attention back.

"And you can probably multiply this number by ten once you break through the Second Wall, which is when you break through the Seventh Circle or the Seventh rank of Aura. Yeah, you can live for a few years thanks to magic," He explained as though it was nothing, seemingly ignoring his host's distress. Glenn's brain finally had enough of the nonsense, and did exactly what it did in every similar situation: put the shock to deal with for later.

"...Okay, I'll just try and not take into account this information in my way of living..." Sadly for Glenn, this seemingly surefire option failed him as he realized the implications of what it all meant.

"No, don't tell me I might have to face some kind of old monsters who lived for a thousand or more years...No, no no no, I certainly don't want that. Crap, this is bad. Really, really, really-really, bad. Shit, I'm sure it's like in those cultivation novels, if I kill one, an older and stronger one pops up, then it's all over again until something strong enough comes out of hiding and kicks my ass into oblivion. Fuck me..." Glenn took his head in both hands, unable to imagine the powers of undying old farts.

"What if the Baron is like those? And damn, I have to assume he's some kind of vampire as well, which means he probably lived for ages as well! God damn it, I never considered that time itself would be a factor when I thought about all of this revenge thing..."

Glenn despaired for a few more minutes until he finally realized the most important thing.

"Well, crying on my certain future death is useless. The only thing that's left for me to do, is just to..." He pressed both palms together, sitting cross-legged on the ground, an enlightened look on his face, "...accept it. Death is part of the natural cycle, after all."

Diamanes could only watch wordlessly, unable to say a single thing after all of this nonsense. Glenn drew a deep breath, before slapping his cheeks.

"Alright, let's stop worrying about all that, and let's take care of all that's important. I need to go meet Reginal and report to him all of this bullshit I lived through." He said aloud, more as a way to encourage himself than anything else. He left the private gym reluctantly and went through his bedroom's closets one after another, all filled with all sorts of clothes and armor. They were all in peak conditions but didn't seem like the sort of magical stuff like his Soulbound suit.

After a struggle of approximately five seconds, he threw on the most comfortable-looking clothes, namely an assortment of beige pants and shirts, alongside a white vest. No bowtie for that one, he wanted to stay as relaxed as possible.

"I can only consider the few days I'll spend here as vacation. After that, I'll probably have to leave to go find Redan's kidnappers, so let me enjoy the comfort as long as I can..." He mumbles in prevention to Diamanes' coming taunts, who choose to remain silent in the face of his thoughtful host. Glenn gave himself one last glance, before rolling up the sleeve of his left arm, letting the purple as apparent as possible, and throwing on a metal elbow brace on it, making it even flashier.

"Well, the only thing you lack now is a good haircut, heh," Diamanes finally found a mockery to throw, restraining a curse when he saw his host nodding seriously in agreement.

"Indeed, let me deal with that..."

A few cuts of scissors later, all of his hair that was likely to get in his eyes was cut off, leaving him with a much more...airier haircut. Diamanes hesitantly commented on it.

"Somehow...You didn't ruin yourself. Huh."

Glenn grinned, stretching one last time before heading off.

It was time to deal with the most satisfying thing that followed any bloody struggles.

The rewards.