Chapter 33 - 32: New Digs, New Dungeons
Leon stretches, feeling the surge of power in his enhanced muscles. Fifty points in vitality make a noticeable difference. His bones feel denser, his movements sharper—reflexes tuned like a predator’s.
Morning sunlight slices through the apartment’s faded curtains like golden blades. The smell of breakfast drifts from the kitchen—eggs sizzling in oil, toast browning slowly. His mother is already up, moving with quiet purpose.
Leon arranges his gear with practiced ease: Shadow-edge slides into its scabbard, and Void-reaper clicks into its holster. The weight feels heavier now—not physically, but symbolically. These aren’t tools for swatting sewer rats anymore. These are weapons for war.
"Leon?" His mother’s voice floats in from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready."
He steps in and finds her plating scrambled eggs beside buttered toast. Steam curls from a fresh mug of coffee—rich, earthy, and grounding. It smells like hope and second chances.
"Big day today?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder.
"C-rank dungeon. Testing the new equipment."
She nods, understanding more than the simple words reveal. "Be careful."
"Always am."
His tab buzzes against the table. He brings it out and read Elise’s message.
I’m at the Association gate. Should I bring coffee?