He exhaled softly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'Status Window.' he thought.
Immediately, a set of translucent tabs shimmered into existence before his eyes, floating in a neat, organized layout that displayed his current stats.
[Status Window]
[Name: Damien Cross]
[Class: Unawakened]
[Physique: MILF Hunter]
[Health: 300/300]
[Mana: 400/400]
[Strength: 40]
[Agility: 30]
[Stamina: 40]
[Endurance: 30]
[Perception: 40]
[Charm: 57]
[Intelligence: 45]
[Hunter Points: 9280]
Damien's lips curved into a faint smirk.
His eyes lingered on the number of Hunter Points at the bottom of the status window, and he couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied at the number.
*
Minutes later…
The faint aroma of cooked meat lingered in the air, intermingling with the warmth of the sunlight spilling through the windows.
Damien, Claire, and Nora were all seated on the floor in the living room.
