Yes, I Am Spoiled. So What? 14

Avina had decided to build some muscle and stamina. One, she couldn't entirely rely on pills to fight this world. And two, she believed that perhaps she really could become stronger. Isn't that how science worked?

Well, she was terribly wrong. For one, her illness wasn't even scientifically logical. Or at least, it wasn't possible. It was something with no origin nor cause, making it completely impossible to cure or become better from. Unless you had a system and some magical dandy pills.

So here she was, doing some fruitless effort-driven exercises only to come out like a tired camel. Avina gasped for breath while she leaned on the wall. Her hand was placed at her heart, feeling the rhythmic beating underneath her skin. Like a dance with death, it was beating like there was no tomorrow, bouncing every second with no thought.