Back in his room, Rex sat quietly on the edge of his bed, his breathing slow and deliberate as he tried to empty the clutter from his mind. His thoughts, tangled from everything he'd experienced, gradually settled into silence.
With a calm breath, he opened the system interface and navigated to the warehouse. The Basic of Art Skill Card glowed faintly in his inventory. He selected it and materialized it into his hand.
As his fingers closed around it, a strange sensation crawled across his skin — the card's surface was unlike anything he'd touched before. Smooth, yet layered. Warm, yet not quite alive. It didn't feel like paper or metal. It felt… like 'possibility' made physical.
He stood and glanced outside his window. The night stretched endlessly, draped in stars. The moon hung low, casting a soft silver veil over the rooftops. Lights flickered in distant buildings like fireflies suspended in time.
Something stirred inside him — a quiet resolve.
