Inside his apartment, Noah collapsed onto his couch. He was exhausted beyond usual; he had been pushing himself beyond his limits for the past hours.
Every muscle ached with fatigue that came from genuine physical exertion rather than mere mental strain.
I've been technically working for the whole day. Monster hunting, customer service, when did my life become this complicated? Sigh...Even with a system, I still gotta work hard.
The peaceful surroundings of his modest living space felt surreal after hours spent in magical realms fighting beetles and selling bread to demons.
Noah's strength made standing it easier than it should have been, but fatigue ran deeper than physical exhaustion.
I need to shower first, then sleep. Tomorrow I need to head to work, I also need to work out in the dojo once again... I'm really working hard.
The thought carried wry amusement mixed with genuine concern.