"Having trouble breathing?" Justin felt a twinge of concern. Had the toxins flared up again?
He brushed it off and replied, "I'll swing by tomorrow, Mr. Nolan."
"Awesome! A friend just sent me some lobsters and a bunch of imported caviar, and they'll be here just in time for your visit!" Cillian was excited, eager to strengthen their bond.
Then Cillian seemed to remember something. "How about this, Mr. Miller? I'll have my driver pick you up at nine-thirty tomorrow morning, okay?"
"Sure!" Justin responded.
After they hung up, Justin met his mom's gaze and glanced at his dad's legs, feeling a bit more at ease.
That night, Justin sat cross-legged on his bed, practicing the Almighty Technique. Energy swirled around him, and by morning, he noticed he had leveled up, boosting his strength
