Hans slumped on the bed, sweat flooding the thick fabric into wetness. Patches of murky liquid fell into the floor, dirtying the clean tiles.
System notifications poured into his vision, but his current plight made him ignore them.
"What... kind of transformation was that?"
Hans gasped, clinging tightly on the edges of the bed's wooden frame. However, just as he did so, it snapped.
Hans looked at his palm and saw what remained—fragments of wood pulverized into dust.
His brows twitched and felt that everything was too surreal. He crawled out of bed and sat on the edge, taking all the time to recover.
The blurry concrete wall soon stabilized into one frame. And with that, came clarity.
"System, what have you done to me this time?"
Hans was very curious. The multiple waves of enhancement has brought him severe pain, but he mused that the results wouldn't shortchange him either.
