As the system fell silent, Skyler exhaled deeply and pressed his hand to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart.
It was calm, too calm to be exact, almost as if the agony he had experienced earlier was just a fragment of his imagination. A minute ticked by, then another. His hand trembled, and his eyes widened.
"Something's wrong..."
His words were followed by 505 startled words as the system, despite being told to shut up, flashed a screen before him.
("Host!! Check your Status!! Hurry!")
505 excitement was palpable, radiating in the air even without explicitly naming it.
Skyler was dazed, his mind reeling.
He had a hunch what was going on. How could he not, when it was his damn body? Yet, his brain refused to comprehend the sheer absurdity of the change in his body.
Swallowing, he let out a faint whisper.
"Status."
