Five hours later, John's body still lay motionless on the bed, the occasional twitch a testament to the intense rebuilding process. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the room's ventilation system. Ten minutes passed, and the twitching ceased. Thirty minutes later, John's eyes fluttered open, and he sat up with a start.
As he regained his bearings, John's mind began to replay the events leading up to his unconsciousness. The voice in his head, the pain, and the sensation of his body being reshaped all swirled together in a jumbled mess. Before he could fully process his thoughts, the emotionless voice spoke again.
["Ding! The Celestial Teacher System has been successfully bonded to the host's soul and the host's body has been rebuilt and host's talent has been improved! Host, please check out the changes in your body."]
John's eyes widened as he absorbed the message. He took a deep breath, focusing on the sensations within his body. The voice's words were cryptic, but the changes were undeniable. As he tuned in, John's eyes grew wide with astonishment.
"What!" he exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper. He had broken through to mid-level 2-star martial warrior, an entire level higher than before! John's face contorted in shock, and he let out a disbelieving scream. The sudden improvement was both exhilarating and terrifying.
As the reality of his newfound abilities sank in, John's mind reeled with possibilities. What did this mean for his teaching career? Could he now protect his students better? The questions swirled in his head, but one thing was certain – his life was about to change in ways he couldn't yet imagine.
After what seemed like an eternity, John finally regained his composure. He was about to delve deeper into the changes in his body when a putrid smell assaulted his nostrils. "Sheesh! What is that stench?" he exclaimed, pinching his nose in disgust.
As he investigated the source, John discovered that the foul odor emanated from his own body. Specifically, it was coming from the dark, tar-like substances coating his skin. "What in the world...?" John muttered, his voice laced with confusion and revulsion.
It dawned on him that these black substances must be the waste expelled from his body during the rebuilding process. The realization sparked a sense of urgency, and John quickly jumped off the bed, dashing to the bathroom to scrub the offensive residue off his skin.
He turned on the faucet, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of his transformation. As the water rinsed away the black substances, John felt a sense of relief wash over him. The warm water soothed his skin, and he began to feel more like himself.
As he washed, John couldn't help but think about the implications of the Celestial Teacher System. What other changes had it brought about? Had his strength and agility improved? He made a mental note to test his limits and explore the system's capabilities.
With the black substances washed away, John felt refreshed and revitalized. He stepped out of the bathroom, eager to discover what lay ahead.