"One more," I growled through gritted teeth. "Just... one... fucking... more."
The gangster rap from my past life pounded through my earbuds, drowning out everything but my own breathing. It was old-school Tokyo underground shit, a ghost of Kaelen Leone.
My arms gave out halfway through the rep. The barbell crashed down onto the safety catches with a thunderous clang that rattled through the gym. I lay there, chest heaving, lungs burning, sweat dripping from my face onto the bench.
"Fuck," I muttered, staring up at the ceiling. My muscles screamed in protest as I sat up, wiping my face with a towel.
"Nel," I called out, my voice rough from exertion. "Status screen."
The familiar blue interface materialized before my eyes, floating in the air like a hologram that only I could see.
SATORI NAKANO
Level: 1 | Title: None | Class: None | Schema Points: 85
ATTRIBUTES:
Strength: D-327 Endurance: D-351
Dexterity: D-252 Magic: F-155
Agility: D-279
ACTIVE ABILITIES (2/2):
