Splash
In the stillness of early morning, Alex knelt by the lake, splashing cold water on his face. The ripples spread out slowly, catching the soft glow of the rising sun.
When you're camping beside a woman that beautiful, it's no wonder you end up sleeping late.
Haah... He exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck. System, tell me—what's the assimilation rate right now?
For the past month, Alex had been hunting monsters, slowly letting the Curse seep deeper into his soul. He wasn't reckless with it. Even when he used the Curse for small things—like cutting firewood or carrying supplies—he did so carefully, watching how it interacted with his soul. Every move was calculated.
This wasn't just about power.
This was training.
{Ding!}
{Assimilation: 56.20%}
Alex hummed thoughtfully. "Still not enough…"
