It was a very confusing state, but deep down he was unfolding this mystery, feeling controlled, almost like a robot.
Pinpointing something had been hard till now, but this revelation made one thing clear — his instincts were subdued, deranged.
Ash wanted to get out of this state, but every time he put thoughts into it, they drifted away from him. The more complicated his thoughts wandered, the less sense he made to himself.
It was a strange feeling that stopped him from comprehending anything jagged or rational.
"Luck… Luck… Luck…" he kept murmuring, trying to hold onto the thought.
His fingers trembled as his mind allotted the stat points to Luck. He had no idea why he was doing that — it was a primal intuition to save himself. His mind had already forgotten why he was doing it, but he believed in himself.
