"Why did I dream about my mom?" I pondered to myself while cooling down my head under the refreshing flow of the shower. The dream had left me feeling both curious and a bit uneasy, and I couldn't shake the question from my mind.
"Why did Mom say all those things back then? Could it be that she knew about the system?" I muttered to myself, as questions about the origin of the system resurfaced in my mind.
In that memory, she had called me the most special person on Earth, and the only thing I could connect to that level of uniqueness was the system itself.
'Damn it, even with all my passive skills, I still can't draw any good conclusions. Maybe I should seek out my mom for answers?' An idea suddenly popped into my mind.
To be honest, I had been content without the prospect of meeting her again, but that dream had piqued my curiosity about her.
