Chapter 48: Meeting With David
The morning sunlight streamed in through the blinds, casting soft lines across Tyler’s bedroom.
He blinked awake, his mind immediately clear, a benefit of his now-elevated stamina and intelligence.
There was no lingering grogginess, no slow transition from sleep to alertness. Just instant clarity.
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching slightly before heading to the bathroom.
The splash of cold water on his face refreshed him instantly. After brushing his teeth, he stared at his reflection for a moment.
His features were sharper now, more defined. The changes to his body weren’t just internal. They were becoming harder to ignore.
Tyler’s appearance had undergone a quiet but undeniable transformation over the months of consistent training and stat growth.
He wasn’t bulky—far from it. He didn’t have the oversized frame or bloated musculature of a gym rat. Instead, he was carved—refined.
He had grown taller, now standing with a posture that made every inch count. Broad shoulders framed a torso that tapered into a tight, athletic waist.
His body had added muscle, but only where it mattered—dense, functional muscle that seemed to flow rather than bulge.
Each line on his arms, chest, and back looked like it had been sculpted with purpose, not force-fed protein and ego.