Zeph pulled off his hoodie, sat on his too-small bed, and pulled out the receipt from his pockets to confirm his new skills.
[Total Items Bought]
[Cleaving Momentum - Rank D]
[Wind Blade - Rank D]
[Predator's Advance - Rank D]
[Iron Skin - Rank D]
[NEW TECHNIQUES ACQUIRED]
[Iron Woodsman's Foundation]
[Foundation Breath]
Behind him, through the thin apartment walls, he could hear his new neighbor ranting to someone—probably on a phone call—about "the TALLEST, RUDEST, most IMPOSSIBLE person" she'd ever met.
Zeph smiled slightly, crumpling the paper in his palms. His life was getting interesting.
He had skills to learn. Techniques to master. Credits to earn. And apparently, a neighbor to accidentally antagonize every time they crossed paths.
'84 days until I squeeze Marcus for resources. Better make them count.'
'But first, I need to eat! I'm starving!'
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Clang!
The kitchen disaster started with good intentions.
