In the Gravity Chamber, Su Chen let out a muffled groan. He suddenly clutched his heart, nearly collapsing to the ground, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
'It's hitting too hard...'
His heart throbbed with unrelenting pain. Su Chen leaned against the wall of the Gravity Chamber and slid to the floor.
Fortunately, out of caution, he had already deactivated the gravity environment before acquiring the Tyrant profession.
He had just settled down when his pupils suddenly constricted. It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, intensifying the agony.
As his Spiritual Power permeated his body, he could clearly see his heart beating. The blood vessels connected to it ruptured inch by inch, only to be rewoven amidst a burst of golden-red light.
New blood vessels snaked across the surface of his myocardium like horned dragons, taking on a dark red hue with a metallic sheen.
