I already knew that. But knowing something and accepting it were two different things.
Honestly, I was sick of living in this dump.
That was why I pushed so hard—why I kept chasing strength like my life depended on it. Because it did.
The faster I got stronger, the sooner I could end all of this and go back.
"There has to be another way,"
Sera leaned forward on the counter, dropping her own voice to match mine.
"Leon, even if you somehow found one, what would you do with it? You're really weak. Carrying something like that around would paint a target on your back."
Ouch… and she was supposed to be my secret lover.
For a second, I almost showed her my awesomeness—the progress, the grind, all the sleepless effort. Like some idiot waiting for praise.
Yeah… no.
Let her wait.
Let her wonder where I went, what I've been doing. Let her get curious, maybe even a little annoyed.
Then one day—boom.
I show up running the whole place.
