Adam lay on the bed, eyes fixed on the glowing panel hovering above him.
Nothing had changed. His special talents were still the same because he had nothing new to equip, mutated goblins or not, their talents had remained Poison G and Poison F.
Only their levels had increased, not their talents.
He exhaled and shut the panel with a thought.
"Why don't I train a little."
The words slipped out quietly, more to break the lingering heaviness in his chest than anything else.
He sat up, stood, and began shoving the few pieces of worn-out furniture toward the walls.
Once he made enough space in the middle of the cramped apartment, he took his position.
He lowered himself into a deep Horse Stance, thighs parallel to the ground, spine straight as a spear.
His arms extended to his front, palms facing forward.
He inhaled slowly.
One… two… three…
Counting up to fifteen as he let his lungs empty and his muscles tremble under the stillness.
