Two Month

Zion stood by his bedroom mirror, studying his reflection as if seeing himself anew. He'd grown in ways that felt more substantial than just numbers or levels; something about his expression, the set of his shoulders, the way his eyes seemed sharper and more aware. He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"Seventeen," he murmured, almost testing the weight of the word. "I guess I'm getting pretty grown-up now… practically an adult, right?"

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of his system display, which floated in the air before him, casting a greenish glow. It held his latest stats, freshly updated after the latest round of quests and the incident that had pushed him forward. Now, next to LEVEL, he saw 31—a clear marker of the progress he'd made. His gaze shifted to the experience bar, which read: EXP 50,000/500,000.

He closed his eyes, reflecting on the journey behind him. It had been two intense months. He remembered the first quests, those tentative steps in a world that seemed bigger and more dangerous every day. He'd completed missions, fought battles, and faced challenges that sometimes felt overwhelming, yet here he was, standing stronger and wiser.

t was the morning of August 16, a quiet holiday in Zanica City. Zion stood by his window, basking in the early sunlight as he admired his recent progress. His body had changed over the past months, growing stronger and leaner—a testament to his dedication and the system's relentless quests. Today, he decided, would be a day to hone that strength even further.

Stretching his arms with a satisfied grin, Zion prepared himself for a refreshing start. He took a quick shower to shake off the last traces of sleep, then dressed in his favorite workout gear, ready to feel the morning air on his face. He had a plan: an early jog to warm up, followed by some strength training.

After a brisk jog through the quiet streets of Zanica, Zion found a peaceful spot at the edge of a park. He settled onto a bench, the cool breeze brushing against his skin as he took a moment to catch his breath. Unscrewing the cap of his cold drink, he took a refreshing sip, allowing the chill to revitalize him.

Feeling a spark of motivation, he decided to check in with his system. "System," he called, and instantly, a blue screen materialized in front of him, shimmering with information. Lines of text flowed across the screen, detailing his progress, achievements, and available missions.

SYSTEM STATUS:

NAME: ZION YUU

LEVEL: 31

EXP: 50.000/500,000

STR: 20

DEX: 89

INT: 25

AGI: 54

LUK: ?

POIN STAT: 20

As he scanned the details, a sense of excitement surged within him. There were new opportunities waiting to be unlocked, and he couldn't wait to dive back into his training and quests. He pondered how to allocate his stat points wisely.

As Zion sat on the park bench, the cool breeze brushing against his skin, his mind began to wander. The name 'Yuu' lingered in his thoughts, a distant echo of a lineage he knew little about.' Where is the Yuu clan? he pondered. Do they reside in Zanica, or are they hidden away in another realm altogether?'

His curiosity was piqued, and he felt a desire to uncover the mysteries of his heritage. Perhaps there were others like him, people who shared his bloodline, and maybe they possessed powers or knowledge that could aid him in his journey.

Zion's gaze drifted back to the blue screen hovering in front of him, where one particular stat caught his attention: LUK. It was marked with a question mark, shrouded in uncertainty. What does it mean? he wondered. 'Why can't I see the value? Is it something I need to unlock, or is it tied to my lineage?'

As he contemplated these questions, he realized that the answers might lie beyond his current knowledge. There was a deeper connection to his past waiting to be explored, and he was determined to uncover the truth about his lineage and the elusive stat that held so many possibilities. With a renewed sense of purpose, Zion decided that seeking out the Yuu clan would be just as important as continuing his training and adventures.