And with that...
The final was confirmed.
Horizon had won.
Dirga slumped onto the hardwood, breath shallow, heart pounding like distant thunder. His body trembled—not from nerves, but from the aftermath of everything he'd just unleashed. The pressure, the surge, the impossible push beyond limits.
[Flow State: Deactivated]
He had used it twice.
Once at 200%.
The second time—300%.
A number he didn't even know was possible.
"Didn't the system say it maxed at 200%?" he thought, puzzled.
As if hearing him, the voice echoed in his mind:
[To answer the host's question: The boost is pressure-dependent. Under extreme psychological and physiological stress, and due to host's improved physical threshold, temporary override is possible in certain cases.]
Dirga blinked. "So wait... did I already reach S-rank in Physical?"
[No, host. You're still where you were before.]
His lips twitched in a tired smile. "Figures."
