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... y weren’t levels.
They were recognition.
"That’s... interesting," Arthur murmured.
He stared at the number again.
Eight point five.
It wasn’t clean. It wasn’t rounded. And that alone told him something important.
This wasn’t a game.
If it were normal experience like in games, the numbers would be neat. Whole. Predictable. You killed something, you got a clean reward.
But this wasn’t like that.
This number felt precise. Almos ...
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