Chapter 235: Operation Wolf Slayer. (Part 23)
"Damn, he’s really going at it, huh?"
Several screens were projected on the ceiling of a fancy hotel room, each showing a different angle of the battle taking place on the thirty-eighth floor.
Dante could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at them. Technically speaking, since the projections came from his OAM, he could still watch them even with his eyes closed. He actively chose not to do that, however, since keeping his eyes closed for more than three seconds would undoubtedly knock him unconscious.
[It seems this transformation grants a much greater boost to all physical attributes than I previously deduced.] Volcan said. [It makes sense.]
"Really?"
[Yes. I couldn’t tell before, but now I’m more than 70% sure he’s a Lunthari.]
"Only 70%?" Dante asked while yawning. "Why not a 100?"
[Because his original form is that of a human, not a therian.]
"Is that so..."
Yawning, Dante stretched his limbs, desperately trying to regain some vitality. Unfortunately, his aching body got in the way.
Taking a nap in such conditions wasn’t a very good idea. It was well known that getting a few minutes of sleep while exhausted only made things worse. Dante had planned to rest for at least an hour, but when Volcan came to him with a warning about the elevators being active again, it became clear that going back to sleep was not an option.
The Romanos seemed to have found a way to cut the elevator’s connection to the hotel’s network, allowing them to remove the alloy gates and insert a manual control of some kind. It was a possibility Dante had considered, but what he didn’t expect was for the wealthy cast attending the wedding to be the ones who would do it.