The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden hue on the car window. Bruce tapped his fingers slowly on the steering wheel, his fingertips coated with a faintly cool sweat. The system's low, muffled prompt still echoed in his mind:
Energy Boost +50, or Gluttony Talent.
These two options lay before him like a fork in the road, one leading to unknown mutation, the other to a more stable evolution. He briefly recalled Milo's face, distorted by greed, his round, bulky body, and the foul-smelling saliva. Just imagining himself becoming that monstrosity made Bruce's stomach churn.
“Damn it, Gluttony? Forget it.” He clenched his fists tightly, his voice low as if speaking to himself, “Just take the energy.”
He already knew exactly what he wanted.
This time, he wanted to see if he could
