After the tide of ecstasy receded, what remained was scorching hot sand and a blueprint urgently waiting to be drawn.
Luke forced himself to calm down. His gaze sharpened like the most precise scanner as he refocused on the floating semi-transparent system interface.
[Strength]3 [Constitution]4 [Intelligence]1 [Spirit]1
And the extrely tempting [Free Attribute Points]: 3.
Where should he add them?
Strength? It would make him stronger — useful for carrying goods or… swinging a waterlon knife.
Constitution? This seed related to stamina, recovery, and overall vitality. For his current injured and chronically unhealthy state, it might produce miraculous effects.
Intelligence? Spirit? They appeared more geared toward "magic" or the "mysterious" side. Too unclear for now.
He barely hesitated.
The bloody encounter in the other world and his weak, exhausted body on Blue Star were the clearest warning lights.
Surviving — surviving healthily and with stamina — was the foundation for all adventures and accumulation.
He never wanted to experience being beaten half to death again, relying only on madness and luck to fight back.
"Constitution."
He whispered the word, focusing his will.
The mont he made the decision, the number 3 beside [Free Attribute Points] blurred and then dropped to zero.
anwhile, the [Constitution] value jumped from "4" to "7".
The change was imdiate.
At first, a gentle warm current spread quietly from his chest, rapidly flowing through his limbs and entire body.
It wasn't the dry heat of a fever, but more like soaking in a perfectly temperatured hot spring. Every cell let out a comfortable sigh.
Then ca an irresistible, overwhelming wave of fatigue and drowsiness.
The drowsiness hit so fiercely and naturally, as if his body had forcibly pressed the shutdown button for a long-overdue, thorough repair and reboot.
Luke only had ti to let out a huge yawn before his eyelids grew heavy as lead and closed.
He barely managed to stumble to the bed on instinct and collapsed onto it, not even taking off his shoes.
The mont his head touched the pillow, his consciousness sank into the deepest, darkest sleep.
That night, there were no nightmares, no restless tossing from pain, not even the light sleep and frequent dreams common among urban youth.
He slept like a stone dropped into the deep sea — peaceful, silent, and completely unconscious.
Until the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, dyeing the room a warm golden color.
Luke naturally opened his eyes.
There was none of the usual grogginess or desire to stay in bed. An unprecedented feeling of clear-headedness filled his mind.
He lay on the bed for a few seconds, quietly sensing his body.
His breathing was long and powerful, his chest open; his heartbeat steady and strong, pulsing with vitality; his limbs felt stretched and filled with inexhaustible energy…
He stretched lazily, almost to the point of cramping.
A series of light, pleasant cracking sounds ca from his bones, like an old machine that had finally received high-quality oil.
"Feels so good!"
He couldn't help shouting. His voice was clear and full of energy.
He flipped out of bed, his movents light and smooth, completely free of the stiffness and pain from the previous days.
He practically bounced into the bathroom, urgently needing to relieve the pressure built up overnight.
A piss that lasted over a minute — yellow and strong…
When he habitually looked up at the mirror while preparing to wash up, he froze as if struck by a petrification spell.
Who was the person in the mirror?
The face was both familiar and strange.
His skin was no longer the dull, sallow tone he rembered. Instead, it had a healthy, delicate glow, as if all the accumulated urban dust and late-night fatigue had been wiped away overnight.
The dark circles and swelling under his eyes were gone. His eyes looked exceptionally bright and spirited.
The bruises on his cheeks from the fight had completely disappeared, leaving smooth, even skin.
His crooked nose seed straightened, and the split on his lip had healed perfectly.
Even the missing front tooth had sohow grown back — clean, white, and perfectly aligned.
He leaned closer to the mirror in disbelief, examining himself carefully.
He touched his cheek — the skin was firm and elastic.
He pressed on his ribs, shoulders, and back… the areas that had been clubbed now only felt solid muscle. There was no lingering pain.
He even tried so big stretches and waist twists — flexible and smooth, without any hindrance!
His nearsightedness?
He looked at the distant, previously blurry building outlines outside the window… they were crystal clear!
He could even make out the patterns on clothes hanging on the opposite building's balcony!
Tinnitus?
He listened carefully. Only the faint morning birdsong and the calls from the breakfast stalls downstairs.
The constant low buzzing caused by long-term staying up late and stress had completely vanished!
He looked down at his body.
The slight belly that had developed from sitting for long hours and irregular eating had flattened. He could faintly feel the outline of abs.
The lines on his arms and legs also looked tighter.
His skin… seed a shade fairer?
Luke was completely stunned.
He hurriedly pulled off his underwear and turned on the shower.
Warm water cascaded over his body. Using the water and the misty steam, he examined himself even more carefully.
It was real. Not an illusion.
The young man in the mirror had a well-proportioned, upright figure, smooth skin, and flowing but not exaggerated muscle lines — full of youthful, healthy vitality.
His face had shed the haggardness and dullness caused by long-term sub-health and life pressure.
His features were sharp, his nose bridge straight, and the curve of his lips even carried a hint of confidence that hadn't been there before.
His hair also seed thicker and glossier. His hairline?
He pulled at his forehead. The despairing M-shaped receding hairline had actually moved forward a bit!
"This…"
Luke turned off the water, roughly dried himself, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stood in front of the mirror again, almost pressing his face against the glass.
The guy in the mirror had bright eyes, clean features, and even a faint aura of… handsoness.
Not a delicate, feminine beauty, but a sunny, healthy, vibrant kind of good looks.
"Hehe… hehehe…"
An uncontrollable, silly laugh mixed with extre surprise and disbelief escaped his throat.
He pointed at himself in the mirror, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.
"Is this still ? This is like turning on max beauty filter plus face swap!"
He rembered that in middle school he had been quite a handso young man, but later academic pressure, work, and stress had slowly turned him into that kidney-deficient shut-in appearance.
But the person in the mirror now would make even his middle-school self with the strongest beauty filter look dull in comparison!
"My fucking hairline ca back… Wu Yanzu? Louis Koo? They'd have to step aside if they saw !"
He touched his chin, making funny faces at the mirror, completely imrsed in the imnse vanity and satisfaction brought by this earth-shaking transformation.
It took him a long while to calm down from this near-maniacal self-admiration.
He seed to have grown taller too!
The power of the System… was terrifying.
Just 3 points in Constitution had brought such a complete rebirth!
This wasn't rely healing his injuries — it was an optimization and elevation at the level of life itself!
He pulled up the system interface again.
Constitution: 7. Other attributes unchanged. Free Attribute Points: 0.
"It seems attribute points must be used carefully, but the effect… is beyond imagination."
Luke's eyes burned with heat.
With his body restored to peak condition, the language barrier removed, and the System as his biggest trump card…
He looked out the window. His gaze seed to pierce through the concrete forest and once again land on the dangerous yet opportunity-filled continent of Westeros.
Last ti, he had been a pathetic fugitive, a survivor relying on luck and madness.
Next ti…
Luke clenched his fist, feeling the abundant strength and unprecedented good condition in his body. The corner of his mouth curved into a cold, confident arc.
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