After finishing dinner with his family, Leon returned to his room and sank into the bed with a quiet thud. The sheets were cool against his skin, the familiar scent of home helping his body relax—though his mind hadn't caught up just yet.
With a thought, he summoned his Talent interface. A soft hum filled the room as a translucent screen materialized before him.
> [Attack Points: 9700 / 10,000]
Leon stared at the number, exhaling sharply through his nose.
"Another day without a full load," he muttered, rubbing his temples.
He knew those 300 points were necessary—they helped him end that demon. But still, it stung. He was so close to ten thousand. So close to pushing his limits even further.
Unconsciously, he'd started treating every point like a priceless gem.
And he wasn't wrong.
Any other trial taker would have gone mad with joy just from earning a quarter of what he was about to inject into his body.
