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Sylas jogged through the Brown family compound, his pace light and his breathing even. He had packed with the assumption that he would be staying here for a while, so he had most of what he needed. It turned out that he was right in the most unexpected way.
It was still hard to wrap his mind around everything that had happened, but he thought himself to be a rational person. There was no need to ignore objective truth in favor of a reality that was no longer worth much in the grand scheme.
The world was changing, and if you were smart, you would accept it.
The cool wisp of fall air danced through the colored leaves. An array of reds, yellows, and oranges danced.
Sylas quite liked this sort of environment, and cardio had always been his guilty pleasure. Though, that was probably why the system had judged his Strength to be weak overall.
"I hate you…!"
A huffing breath of annoyance came from behind Sylas and he seemed to remember that he was on this little excursion with his little sister.
The little munchkin had been attached at his hip for the past two days. She hated working out, and yet she had forced herself to come with him both yesterday and today.
Sylas found it adorable, though also quite unfortunate. Because she insisted on tagging along, he couldn't run at the speed he really wanted to go at.
While his Aether was suppressed, his Physical Stats were the same, as were his Mental, Will, and Luck, for that matter.
He had tested it already, and the outcome was both within his expectations and quite intoxicating. It made his experiences in the Trial seem all the more real, and he was likewise all the more confident in his decision to go.
If he was stuck in a world where he was suddenly surrounded by superhumans and a normal man, he would have felt suffocated.
'Maybe it's for the best,' Sylas thought to himself. 'If I ran at the speed I really wanted to, it would be very obvious to anyone that might be monitoring me what my true strength is at. If I want a chance to continue increasing my stats, I'll have to find a more… covert method.'
Sylas slowed his jog until his little sister caught up.
Elara gave him a glare as he rubbed her little head, puffing out her cheeks as though she was a toddler rather than about to go into high school.
"Alright, want a piggyback ride?" Sylas asked.
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