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"Huh. I don't feel a single thing," Zeke murmured, turning his hands over as he watched a nearby scullery maid casually decapitate a charging beast with a kitchen cleaver. The Emperor's buff was a masterpiece of systemic engineering.
Analyzing the flow of mana, Zeke quickly deduced its structural logic: the higher your baseline strength, the less pronounced the enhancement; conversely, the weaker you were—even if completely unawakened—the more massive the scaling. Right now, the lowest denominator of humanity in this stadium had been artificially dragged up to B-rank, while the weakest monsters emerging were merely D-rank.
Zeke had to give credit where it was due: Impressive.
But why hadn't a single drop of that radiant buff touched him? Was he too strong? No, that didn't track—he hadn't officially crossed into sainthood yet, and he could clearly see several SS-rank fighters receiving a noticeable boost.
