Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 - 47 – Fourth Trial

Kyle stumbled out of the room, still disoriented.

Everything in his vision was so clear that he felt like he took drugs... again.

His eyes randomly zoomed in on some stones in the wall, and all the details he saw overwhelmed him.

It was just too much to take in.

His mind was still spinning, and he looked around, perplexed.

'What the fuck just happened?' he thought as he put his hand to his head.

'I puked my guts out... literally... I think?'

As Kyle thought back to all the blood and guts he puked out, he became nervous.

'I'm still alive, right?'

He touched his body a bit and didn't feel anything wrong.

His skin was soft but resistant like leather.

His arms were muscular but malleable.

His dick-

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he shouted as he put his hands in front of his dick to hide it.

"I fucking lost my clothing again! What the fuck happened to them this time?!"

He nervously looked around for clothing, but naturally, there were none.

Suddenly, the door he just walked out of opened again, and a set of clothing was thrown out.

"Show some dignity," the small golem said with annoyance before closing the door again.

"Dignity?!" Kyle shouted at the closed door. "You destroyed my clothes, and I'm naked now! How dignified can a naked man be?!"

Nevertheless, Kyle grabbed the new set of clothes and put them on.

As he touched the clothes, he realized that they were quite resilient.

They were soft, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't even tear them.

After putting them on, Kyle looked at himself.

"Wow, look at this handsome fellow," he said with a smirk.

The clothes were completely black and reminded Kyle of the armor the Spartans of Earth used to wear.

The black plate had the shape of defined muscles, but compared to the Spartans' armor, the abs on his armor actually came from his real abs.

"A bit tight, though," Kyle said with a bit of annoyance as he tried to find a comfortable place for his dick.

Kyle grabbed his hammer-

"Whoa, whoa!" he shouted as he nearly tossed the hammer away.

He grabbed the hammer and regained balance.

With brows raised in surprise, Kyle held the hammer at its hilt with one hand.

It was... light.

He tossed the hammer up a bit, making it rotate once before catching it again.

"That really my hammer?" he asked no one in particular.

In an instant, all the functions of the hammer appeared in Kyle's mind.

"That was a rhetorical question!" Kyle shouted at his hammer.

Kyle ruffled his hair a bit in frustration before walking forward.

"Who cares anyway? Gotta go do this shitty ass trial, or I will become a stain on the ground," he grumbled.

"Oh, right," he said as he stopped, looking back.

He wanted to know how many doors led to this new hall.

How many choices were correct?

"Rephrase your question," the golem repeated. _{freewebnøvel.com}