Chapter 113 - 112: The Philosophy of Art
Back in his room, Rex sat quietly on the edge of his bed, his breathing slow and deliberate as he tried to empty the clutter from his mind. His thoughts, tangled from everything he’d experienced, gradually settled into silence.
With a calm breath, he opened the system interface and navigated to the warehouse. The Basic of Art Skill Card glowed faintly in his inventory. He selected it and materialized it into his hand.
As his fingers closed around it, a strange sensation crawled across his skin — the card’s surface was unlike anything he’d touched before. Smooth, yet layered. Warm, yet not quite alive. It didn’t feel like paper or metal. It felt... like ’possibility’ made physical.
He stood and glanced outside his window. The night stretched endlessly, draped in stars. The moon hung low, casting a soft silver veil over the rooftops. Lights flickered in distant buildings like fireflies suspended in time.
Something stirred inside him — a quiet resolve.
"System," he called, voice steady, "initiate the skill transfer procedure."
The familiar holographic shimmer of the system materialized before him.
"Acknowledged. Initializing System Space. Please prepare for transition."
Rex lay back and closed his eyes.
The card pulsed once in his hand — then shattered into a cascade of brilliant, weightless particles. A silent, invisible force pulled at his mind, dragging his consciousness inward, far beyond the bounds of flesh and time.
The System Space