The sun on Eden-3 finally seemed to have shed the sickly, grayish hue of the industrial mists, for Lohan, at least, though unfortunately not for everyone on the planet.
He woke up slowly in the bed of his new home, feeling the weight of his human body, denser and more robust than it had been weeks ago.
The integration of Halon's stats with his actual physique was reaching a level where every muscle fiber pulsed with vibrant vitality; even minor upgrades already brought Lohan an incredible sense of accomplishment, to the point where he wondered how he would feel upon leveling up even further, reaching level 40? Level 60? Level 100?!
Lohan stretched, listening to the satisfying cracks of his joints, and stood up with a wonderful lightness.
After a hot, relaxing shower, where the clean, filtered water massaged his skin without the musty smell of his old apartment, Lohan put on comfortable clothes and made some coffee.
