Liam stood before the commanders, his gaze sweeping over them with disdain. His mind raced as he assessed the situation, the reality of his strength—or lack thereof—weighing heavily on his thoughts. He knew he wasn't strong enough to fight the commanders without using Celestial Ascendance, and the exhaustion from his previous battles still lingered in his body, which was a constant reminder of his limitations.
'What's the point of training and cultivating so much when time is my real enemy?'
[You are already strong enough for your age,] the system reassured him, its voice ringing in his mind. [In fact, you are stronger than most people your age. You are only 13 years old in this world, and you have already proven yourself capable of surviving on your own.]
Liam scoffed under his breath, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and defiance. "I'm 16 in the real world, so I'll consider myself 16 here too."
