After sending off the excited guild members, Ryan, now celebrated as The First Tycoon, prepared for bed with a glass of milk. He had spent more than ten hours in the game that day, diligently grinding his First Aid skill, and the fatigue had finally caught up with him. His stamina, which always seemed barely enough to carry him through, felt completely drained now.
Just as he removed his headset and reached for the milk, Mia slipped quietly from her small room. She lingered in the doorway, staring at him for a long moment before whispering, almost too softly to hear, "Thank you… for the gear."
Her face flushed scarlet the instant the words left her lips. Without waiting for a response, she scurried back inside and shut the door behind her with a soft click.
Ryan chuckled under his breath and swirled the warm milk in his glass, savoring the moment before finishing it in a few gulps. With a faint smile, he set the empty glass aside and returned to his own room.
