Ryn checked his status again.
Not because he expected it to change—but because part of him still hadn't fully accepted how easily it had happened.
[Essence: 63]
[Essence Rank: High-Trainee]
He exhaled slowly.
"…High already."
In his first life, advancing even a single tier within Trainee had taken months of grinding, injuries, and near-burnout. Progress had been something fought for inch by inch, every gain paid in exhaustion.
This time?
He'd crossed the threshold without resistance. In a single sitting.
Ryn plopped his back down on the warm grass, its soft tips comfier than any pillow right now.
His arms folded loosely as his thoughts turned inward.
I should've saved it.
He didn't know how easily it was to advance a rank with the pill. Using it this early meant he'd essentially wasted part of its value.
Later, when advancement actually mattered, this jump wouldn't be there for him.
He clicked his tongue softly.
"…Can't be helped."
