Today was more of yesterday. All I really worked on was connective tissues, though I did get farther today than I did yesterday. I think it will be about six days from now before I get to the same level of efficiency I had before.

The highlight of the day came when Par’s hobgoblins returned, with three small dungeon cores. Each of the cores was about half the size of the ones I had before. I didn’t hesitate to grab them one at a time, watching as they melted into my palm one after another. Before I didn’t notice any real change, maybe because I wasn’t looking for one, but this time I did. It was small, almost inconsequential. It wasn’t a real improvement in anything as far as I could tell, instead, it seemed to be affecting something inside of me. I wasn’t able to figure out what that something was, the feeling of it had faded almost as soon as I noticed it. I’m going to need a lot more dungeon cores to figure this out, too bad they’re so rare.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

Anyway, Good Night Diary