Generally the powerhouses of a planet held the same Class-rank as the planet itself , meaning that the general limit of Earth was D-ranked classes . If someone wanted to break through their limits they were forced to venture out into the multi-verse and look for enlightenment or lucky opportunities . Eager to find out more Zac had pestered Ogras about the details of getting stronger and ranking up , but it was around this time he flipped out and left the camp .
I will keep any demons away from this area for now . Though I don’t think anyone has the guts to seek you out anyway . Between your actions and your… fashion sense… you have cultivated a rather strong image among my people . - Ogras said and woke Zac up from his thoughts . He realized he’d have to stay out of his own head a bit more now that there were actually others around , he couldn’t just be blankly staring out into the distance like an idiot .
After exhorting Zac some more about the importance of secrecy Ogras once again left toward the center of the island .
Still curious Zac wanted to enter the shipyard to look around , but first he wanted to check out the gear . He looked insane at the moment and from how Ogras explained it there should be the very famous Creators inside . He didn’t know if they were peculiar about propriety , but first impressions were important .
The larger box was brought out of the purse and Zac opened it eagerly . Inside was actually a full set of clothing neatly packed . As he lifted it up he was initially confused as it initially seemed the System had gifted him another dress . Did the System have a sense of humor?
But soon he realized it wasn’t the case , but the item was rather a robe that felt distinctly eastern in its make . It was of excellent quality and had a deep green color . He wanted to try it on but once again was reminded how grimy he was . Being bathed in the poison water at least cleansed him somewhat , but he was still pretty disgusting .
After hesitating a bit he ran back to camp and threw himself into the shower . After furiously scrubbing himself for a few minutes he finally was clean again for the first time in a long time . He stepped out of the shower and took a look at himself in the mirror .
Zac was shocked to see what was looking back at him . It was him , but better . Most noticeably most of his scars were gone . Only the worst ones were still there , such as the nasty wound on his cheek . But even they had faded considerably and turned into thin white lines .
Not only that , his body looked like perfectly sculpted marble , and even his face seemed to have improved somehow . He couldn’t put his finger on it but it felt like small adjustments had been made to enhance imperfect features . If some old friend saw him they’d probably think that he had gotten some plastic surgery done . Of course he didn’t look like a movie-star or something , but he had gone from average to above-average at least .
Of course , the fact that he still was completely hairless since the fight with the imp herald detracted from the image somewhat . At least it looked that some stubble was coming along , and he wouldn’t look like a monk much longer .
He guessed that it was a result of evolving his race . New benefits kept cropping up it seemed . When he reached D-rank all the scars might be gone and he would become a real hunk he thought with some eagerness .
Finally clean he quickly donned all the new items the System gifted him . After checking himself out in the mirror he could only say he looked pretty dashing .
Chapter 71 - First Impressions
The clothing consisted of two layers . The inner layer was essentially a long-armed shirt , with the exception that it didn’t have any buttons . Instead , one side was wrapped above the other , and both sides were fastened with a clasp to stay snugly on his chest . The arms and shoulders had a slightly looser fit and didn’t restrict his movements at all . It fit perfectly and Zac felt it must have been custom-made for his frame .
His pants were made in some smooth cloth as well , and went in darker brown compared to the beige of the shirt . They were slightly baggy at the thighs but snugly fit around his calves , and they reminded Zac of some jester’s pants . But at least they weren’t tapered in bright colors or had bells attached .
The outer layer was a green robe that was put on in the same manner as the inner shirt , with one side was placed over the other . But instead of being kept in place with clasps it stayed fastened with a wide leather girdle . It was sleeveless and went down to his knees just like the dress he used earlier , which was why he got turned around earlier . Adorning the hem of the robe was intricate fractals in the same style as the array flags , meaning they likely were put there by the System , or its own craftsmen at least .
