【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】 "I can read minds and I understand psychology. I can identify everything and even predict my own death. However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die. The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls. The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes. If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……" --- steady update. 2 chapters per day xD
Incredulous, Tyler felt his arm, noticing that his muscles had significantly tightened. He patted his stomach to find that an eight-pack had emerged. (゚д゚)
The dramatic enhancement of his physical attributes made him feel an absurd urge to "take on ten at once."
However, he quickly calmed himself with a couple of self-administered slaps.
The battle was over, and "Tyler the Flammable" could now rest; what remained was Tyler's work.
Composed, serene, and steady - these were the qualities Tyler should possess now. As for hot-bloodedness, it was enough to have experienced it during the battle.
The combustible and explosive nature of "Tyler the Righteous" was a part of his past that Tyler could no longer return to.
After adjusting his mindset, Tyler took a deep breath, turned his gaze to the third light orb, and reached out to grasp it.
This time, the light orb transformed into countless small light particles, slowly enveloping Tyler before disappearing.