Noah Steele trudged home at the speed of a wounded turtle. He didn’t want to walk that slowly—but after overeating to the point of near-explosion, his body simply refused to go faster.
By the time he reached his apartment, the uncomfortable fullness finally eased. He patted his now-deflated stomach and muttered to himself:
“Yeah… I definitely overdid it this time. Even with my enhanced body, I almost burst. If it were a normal guy, he’d be in the ER right now.”
He shook his head. “Alright, note to self: no more stuffing myself like a lunatic.”
As he sat down, something clicked in his mind—right, when he hugged Feifei earlier, he vaguely remembered hearing system notifications. But he’d been too distracted by the moment to care. Now that he thought about it, curiosity bubbled up again.
