But as he took his first step forward, he stopped abruptly, a wave of discomfort rolling over him.
His wet clothes, still clinging to his skin, were crusted with sand, making every movement scratchy and unpleasant.
His boots squished with every step, still soaked from his earlier plunge into the sea.
"This is unbearable," Alex grumbled, looking down at his waterlogged state. "I need to change."
Opening his inventory, Alex flicked through the options.
His virtual wardrobe was packed with all kinds of outfits—battle gear, casual wear, and everything in between.
At first, he was overwhelmed, scrolling indecisively through his collection.
Then a thought struck him.
"I'm on an island," he mused, a grin spreading across his face.
"Might as well dress the part."
Without hesitation, Alex stripped off his drenched clothes and boots, tossing them into his inventory.
