Chapter 106: Chimera Sleeve
The next morning, Tulland woke up to very unhappy muscles. Each and every one of them screamed to let him know how much they disapproved of his activities the day before. Some of them favored cramping while others were content to settle for a dull, uncomfortable burn, but every single one of them was discontent in their own individual way.
It doesn’t even make sense. I could have recovered from a lost limb by now. Why should I be sore?
I’m not sure. The best theories I ever heard on the matter was that your mind won’t give up the belief that you should be sore from certain levels of exertion, and makes the pain real to you as a way of arguing the point.
How can you not know this? It’s a System thing, right?
No. It’s a human thing. And even The Infinite is likely far from understanding every aspect of your people.
Tulland spent several long, painful minutes stretching out the worst of his psychosomatic pain and getting ready for his day before turning to his cooking area to prepare breakfast. He decided to assume both he and Necia would want double portions that morning, not just to make up for their activity the day before but also to reward themselves for surviving it.
He was just about done cooking when the next system notification rolled in.
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Splicing Complete! (Chimera Sleeve)