The sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and night was closing in.
Luke stood near the entrance of the house, his back resting against the wall, eyes fixed on the vast stretch of dark sky.
Inside his inventory were two weapons, both repaired by the system. A spear rested at his side, and a knife his father had forged for him long ago lay secured within reach.
He was contemplating his next moves and the Gamma points he had already spent.
Currently, his stats looked like this:
[Stats:
Str: 13
Spd: 11
Def: 8
Int: 11
Gamma: 12]
[Attribute Points: 0]
[Gamma Reserve: 350]
[Inventory:
Toras: 1202
Throwable Knife: 1
Massaging Oil: 1
Dildo: 1
Mantis Claws: 1]
For a moment, he felt poor seeing how few Gamma points remained. Nearly five hundred had gone into setting up electrical traps around the house.
He did not regret it.
Those traps were necessary. Not only for Monica's safety, but for his own peace of mind.
