I slowly moved away from the group, my steps firm and calculated. Styg's words still echoed in my mind, but my attention was focused on something else.
"Laboratory! Check my body stats!" My mental voice was enough to activate the laboratory. In a second, the data appeared before me, precise as always.
["Beep!"]
["Status"]
["Name: Tyler Rustel."]
["Sex: Male."]
["Age: 15 Years."]
["Strength: 1.6"]
["Agility: 1.7"]
["Vitality: 1.5"]
The Laboratory transmitted the information without hesitation. The numbers for my physical abilities had increased, but barely. Only about 0.1 points in each attribute.
Not much improvement, just around 0.1!
I frowned, dissatisfied. The effects of the homemade medicines I made with herbs, which had once given me some progress, were becoming weaker. I knew this would happen, but the frustration didn't fade.
