Zeph woke at 6 AM to the sound of his phone alarm blaring its harsh electronic tone and the lingering phantom sensation of his body remembering yesterday's redistribution process—every nerve ending still carrying the memory of being systematically reconstructed at the cellular level.
Everything felt different in ways both subtle and profound.
His bed felt smaller—or he felt larger, his frame taking up more space than it had the morning before. His movements had more weight behind them, a tangible sense of mass and momentum that hadn't been there previously. When he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress, the bed compressed more than usual under his increased mass from the VIT boost, the springs groaning slightly under the additional density.
'260 effective VIT. That's a LOT of additional muscle density and bone strength packed into the same frame.'
'No wonder everything feels heavier. I'm literally denser than I was yesterday.'
