See, even Reeve Solin had absolutely no idea what was happening anymore.
At this point, he had stopped questioning it.
By now, he was familiar with the strange sensation of floating through life as if reality itself had decided to gently pick him up, pat him on the head, and say, Here. Have everything. It was a very confusing experience. Also deeply suspicious.
Ever since this morning, Reeve had been drifting through an emotional state best described as extremely elated yet mildly convinced he might be dying soon.
Because surely this was how it worked.
One didn't just stumble into this kind of luck without the universe demanding payment later.
Clearly, something was happening to him. Either that, or he was scheduled to perish next week and was currently being allowed to enjoy a greatest-hits compilation of everything life had to offer.
Because within the span of a few hours, Reeve had crossed milestones he never thought he would reach.
Not after years of grinding.
