In the days that followed, Noah's condition grew increasingly dire. His Rage Value shot up like a runaway rocket, climbing sharply each day and quickly approaching 65%.
In the dead of night, the dungeon would fill with his agonized cries: "It hurts… Sister, hold me…" His voice, filled with endless pain and helplessness, echoed ceaselessly in the small space.
Although Su Yaoyao was well aware that there was more to the boy than met the eye, she couldn't help but feel her heart soften whenever she heard his wretched cries.
'Besides, a simple hug won't cost me anything. A hug it is, then.'
Muttering to herself, her eyes instantly welled with tears. With an expression of utter heartache, she slowly extended her arms and pulled Noah into her embrace.
But even during this seemingly intimate gesture, Su Yaoyao wasn't idle.
Her hands discreetly roamed over Noah's body as she marveled to herself, 'Wow, this kid has abs.'
