Chapter 92: Radical Scientist
Asher could be seen lying on his soft white bed, the gentle rhythm of his breathing echoing faintly within the room. The morning sun cast golden rays through the windowpane as the curtains struggled valiantly to keep them at bay.
Although Asher had slept off in the early morning of the day the True Awakening ended, he hadn’t awoken that same day. Instead, he opened his eyes the following morning, having nearly slept a staggering twenty four hours.
He was both mentally and physically drained. After all, it had been his first time experiencing something as intense and overwhelming as the True Awakening.
Asher’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifting toward the window. Rising from his position, he moved closer and pushed the curtain aside to behold the rising sun, painting the sky in hues of amber and gold.
"How long did I sleep? Why is it still early in the morning? I thought I’d wake up in the evening at least," Asher mumbled to himself.
His eyes shifted toward the clock hanging on the wall, the ticking of its hands steady and unbothered. It was 7:12 a.m.
"Did I sleep an entire day?" Asher wondered internally.
’System, how long was I asleep?’ he asked mentally.
[The Host was asleep for twenty two hours] the system, his ever-reliable personal timekeeper, chimed in, emotionless yet prompt.
"Sigh..." Asher exhaled in resignation. "It seems I was just that exhausted and didn’t even realize it," he thought.
His eyes dropped to his previously bloated stomach, still remembering the aftermath of yesterday’s heavy feast. But now, it was flat, his powerful metabolism having already digested everything he had consumed.
"I wonder what today has in store for me." Asher mused, although he had no particular plans. His thoughts gradually drifted toward his system. Having broken past his former limits, he was eager to see what his current stats looked like.