Traditional martial arts had been all but extinct for years.
The true masters lived off the grid, far from public view—people like that didn't let their methods circulate in the open.
The moment the question left Murray's mouth, regret hit him.
Whether Miss Vance used martial arts or not, it was her private business. Asking so bluntly was rude.
To his surprise, Maeve didn't dodge.
"You guessed right," she said. "I started training when I was five."
"At first it was just to build my health. Then… somewhere along the way, it evolved in a much uglier direction."
She patted Murray's shoulder. "You've got good fundamentals. If you were younger, I might've taught you a few things."
"But your growth plates have fused. You missed the biological window for that kind of elite conditioning."
"Still—once you're fully recovered, your skills should improve."
Murray stared. "How?"
"When I repaired your heart," Maeve said lightly, "I added a drop of Revive Elixir. It strengthens cardiac function."
"Better heart output means your stamina and endurance will jump. Once you're back to training, you'll be able to push harder than you used to."
Murray looked like he'd misheard. "So you're saying… I can actually level up?"
Maeve nodded. "In theory."
"But you're also the first test subject who's ever used my Revive Elixir, so I can't predict every outcome."
"If your checkup a month from now shows no adverse effects, we'll know it's working well."
"And if it doesn't? That's fine too. I'll switch you to something else."
"As long as you're willing to be my lab rat, I'll get your body tuned to its best possible state."
Murray couldn't describe what he was feeling.
Being openly treated like a guinea pig should've made him furious.
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