Alex stood alone in the corner of the underground training hall, the echoes of the intense spar still fading from the walls. The others had left to shower and recover, giving him the silence he needed.
He stared at the translucent blue screen floating in front of him, visible only to his eyes.
[Battle Sense: 93%]
The number glowed mockingly, unchanged despite everything he had just put himself through. No matter how hard he focused, it refused to move.
'What now?' he questioned himself, jaw tightening. 'I pushed Viktor to his limit. I read every single move like it was written in advance. My body responded perfectly. And still… nothing.'
The Adaptive Body had turned him into a monster in training, but the system that granted it now felt silent, almost indifferent.
Alex clenched his fists, feeling the perfect harmony in his muscles, the way his mind processed combat in slow motion. 93% should have felt like victory.
Instead, it felt like a cage.
