His experience bar was skyrocketing at an unprecedented, terrifying rate!
At midnight, the communicator on his wristband vibrated gently.
It was a message from his mother.
[Xiaoye, why aren't you back yet?]
Lin Ye stood beside the corpse of a mutated creature whose head he had just smashed in. His chest heaved slightly, and he was covered in sticky, foul-smelling blood.
He gazed at the concerned words on the light screen, and the murderous intent and savagery in his heart felt as if they had been doused by a cool spring, subsiding slightly.
He took a deep breath to compose himself, afraid his mother would hear the hoarseness in his voice, and replied using the voice-to-text function.
[Mom, my teacher is giving me some extra tutoring, so I'm staying in the school's temporary dorm tonight. You and Sis should get some rest.]
His mother's reply came almost instantly.
[Okay, but you get some rest too. Don't overwork yourself.]
