Chapter 4: Three-on-Three and One-on-One
Nash sat on a bench. The system menu floated in front of him. The stats were all there. He had two Body Points to distribute.
His eyes hovered over the options. Height was Tempting. The idea of stretching a few centimeters taller was more than a fantasy; it was a form of revenge.
He could already see Roam’s smirk wiped clean. No more shrimp jokes. No more looking up to everyone.
But then he hesitated.
Height wouldn’t help with push-ups. It wouldn’t make his muscles burn less. It wouldn’t push him closer to dominance on the court. Not yet.
It would serve him later, but first, he needed to reach a level where he could complete each quest at least four times a day.
He needed something that mattered now.
His finger moved. Muscle Mass.
He selected it.
Muscle Mass Index: 24/100
The moment was... anticlimactic. No explosion of power. No transformation. Just a light pressure across his upper chest, like his body was remembering what it could be. A change of density under his skin.
"That’s it?" he muttered.