[Day 2]
By the second day, his body had begun to obey him, if only a little. The haze fogging his mind gradually thinned; thoughts strung themselves together more coherently.
He instinctively whispered in his heart, 'Status.'
A pale window of words unfolded within his consciousness, as though projected onto the darkness of his mind.
[Status ∆] [Shop] [Community]
[Existence Level: 001/100]
[Species: Goblin]
[Age: 2 Days]
[Parameters]
[Strength: G]
[Endurance: G]
[Agility: G]
[Mana Pool: F]
[Magic Power: F]
[Abilities]
[Absorption (Unrated)]
[Racial Skills]
[Aspect of Demon (D)]
[Precocious (D)]
[Cunning (F)]
[Crossbreeding (F)]
[Night Vision (F)]
The unfamiliar letters imprinted themselves onto his mind as naturally as breathing.
It was also proof that the God's Succession Game had begun.