Alchemist, Showdown with the Sun
Ray sat calmly on the bed, his back upright, and his gaze fixed straight ahead—not at the wall but at the glowing red panel hovering in front of him.
This red panel had been with him since the very beginning of the Apocalypse and was the primary reason he had been able to rise to such incredible heights. Of course, there was also his hard work. However, without the system, he would have amounted to absolutely nothing.
"You're not the only one who works hard and makes progress, Ray," he mused silently. "There are countless others out there grinding tirelessly every single day, pushing themselves to the limit."
Sure he worked hard but there were individuals with obnoxious levels of talent or those who worked even harder than he did. Yet, in the end, it was he who reigned supreme.