The crash hit me at 4:47 PM.
Not gradually. Not with warning. One minute I was walking toward the east field with my bag over my shoulder feeling like a functional human being, and the next minute my legs weighed approximately four hundred pounds each and my brain had the processing speed of a very tired goldfish.
Silver-tier essence buff: expired.
I checked the system out of pure morbid curiosity. The little progress bars that had been cheerfully climbing all morning had settled back to their actual positions. Endurance at D-rank 0/10. Strength at E-rank 9/10. Agility at E-rank 5/10.
So. That was what my body actually looked like without Naomi's supernatural milk running through it.
Outstanding.
