The nth round had finished in the afternoon. Cale had surrendered to sleep while Rexa went for training, promising to bring ;brunch' when she returned. Unlike someone, other people actually needed to train themselves.
The 'godly' blonde-haired man opened his eyes to find his entire body drained. His spirits were gone, his balls were gone—Rexa had thoroughly dried him up that morning alone.
'Sigh, what a worthy portable dildo I am,' he thought with dark amusement.
He sat up and reformed his lower pants using clothes from his spatial ring, then cracked his neck as a system screen materialized before him.
"Oh right. The fucking rewards. Well, the quest should count as complete since we handled the major threat. All that's left is herb gathering."
Ding!
The screen expanded, notifications cascading across his vision:
[CONGRATULATIONS HOST FOR ADVANCING TO PEAK ADVANCE STAGE]
[CONGRATULATIONS HOST FOR ADVANCING TO PEAK LOW MASTER STAGE]
