「Three days later.」
The noon sun filtered through the unclosed gaps in the blinds, casting a beam of light into the room.
Lu Yuan, facing the window, assumed a peculiar posture with his sturdy frame. He stood on one foot, his arms coiled, his head and body curled inward, resembling a slumbering bird.
Lu Yuan's breathing was steady and prolonged, gently stirring the dust motes dancing in the beam of light before him.
The midday hours of early summer drifted by slowly; within this room, time seemed to have almost stopped. After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yuan's body gave a slight shiver, as if waking from a dream. His torso stretched outward simultaneously.
"HUU—"
Lu Yuan let out a long exhalation, and in an instant, his entire body was drenched in sweat. It dripped audibly onto the cool straw mat beneath his feet. DRIP. DROP. DRIP. DROP.
Lu Yuan picked up a nearby towel to wipe himself down and casually brought up his Profession Panel.
