Jax didn't speak. He didn't even look at the weight. He just reached out, his eyes glowing with the same neon green as the GUI. With a single, effortless pull, he hoisted the monolith over his head. The ground cracked beneath his heels.
As Krull stepped back in fear, Jax stared into the void of his own reflection. He had won the game, but he had lost the grind. [WORKING!] рџ’ЄрџЏ» Lifting Simulator Auto Farm GUI
By dawn, his shirt had shredded at the seams. By noon, he walked into the Upper District, his presence vibrating with a hidden, algorithmic strength. The reigning champion, a mountain of a man named Krull, laughed as Jax approached the legendary 50-ton monolith. "Careful, kid. You’ll snap a twig," Krull jeered. Jax didn't speak