The night deepened, casting long shadows across Alex's room. He lay on his bed, his gaze fixed on the translucent system window hovering in the air.
He swiped his hand dismissively, sending his equipment inventory flying to the left side of his vision. With a mental command, he opened his character statistics once more.
His eyes narrowed as he scanned the battle stats section:
[Battle Stats]
[Attack: 280]
[Defense: 361]
"Hmm, Still a bit lacking. Must be because I'm using the Golden Sage."
He flicked his wrist again, unequipping the Golden Sage and replacing it with the Meteoried Sword. The system window updated instantly, reflecting the change.
[Battle Stats]
[Attack: 298]
[Defense: 361]
