"Young master," Felix cautiously approached, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man who had entered their midst. The system not only scanned the man's stats but also miraculously uncovered his name.
Felix's appearance was a grim sight to behold, his once pristine skin now tainted by dark discoloration, a testament to the chains that had mercilessly inflicted wounds upon him. Blood dripped from his battered body, a macabre testimony to the fierce battle he had endured. His face, worn and weathered, bore witness to his experiences, revealing the determination that fueled his trained physique.
