Urban System in America-Chapter 141 - 140: Recovery Potion

After a hearty meal and a few more reassuring words to Victor and Kaelan, Rex finally returned to his room. He shut the door behind him with a soft click, exhaled slowly, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The quiet of the room settled around him like a blanket.

"Let’s check the system."

He raised his hand, and with a familiar thought, the translucent blue interface materialized in the air before him.

Ding!

[Daily Sign-In Available]

[Claim Reward]

"Oh, right..." he murmured. "I still haven’t claimed today’s reward."

Rubbing his hands together, he took a deep breath—half in anticipation, half just out of habit—and tapped the claim button.

[Congratulations! You have received a Recovery Potion.]

His eyes lit up.

"Now that’s something I can use."

Without hesitation, he accepted the item. A gentle shimmer sparkled in front of him, and the potion materialized—suspended in midair for a second before settling into his palm.

It was breathtaking.

A crystal vial, carved with elegant swirling patterns, reflected the room’s light like a prism. Inside, the golden liquid shimmered like sunlight trapped in glass, radiating a soft, ethereal glow.

Curious, he tapped the floating icon for the item’s description.

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[Recovery Potion]

Description:

Upon consumption, the user will experience an instant wave of soothing revitalization. Physical exhaustion is eliminated, muscle soreness relieved, and energy levels restored to peak. Mental fatigue is erased, sharpening focus and clarity. Optimal body and mind synchronization guaranteed.

—

He whistled softly.

"Talk about a miracle drink."

Without a second thought, he uncorked the vial and downed it in one gulp.

The taste was... electric.

Cool and crisp, like sipping a chilled citrus drink in the middle of a scorching desert. It fizzed slightly as it slid down his throat, and by the time it hit his stomach, a wave of refreshing energy burst outward like ripples across water.

His eyes widened as he felt it take effect.

The dull ache in his muscles vanished in seconds. His limbs, which had felt like dead weight just moments ago, now brimmed with vigor. The fog in his head—the lingering disorientation from the 23 years spent in system space—cleared up in an instant.

His thoughts sharpened. His memories aligned. It was like stepping into HD after years of blurry static.

"Damn... this is good stuff."

It was truly a magical experience—feeling all the exhaustion melt away in mere seconds. A sensation so smooth, it felt almost unreal.

Without the potion, even with his divine body, it would’ve taken the entire night just to recover from the accumulated fatigue. That lingering soreness, the heaviness in his limbs, the mental haze—it would’ve required hours of rest and still left a trace behind.

But now?

It was like someone had hit the reset button. Every cell in his body buzzed with vitality, like he had just woken from the best sleep of his life... after a full-body massage and an ice-cold drink under the summer sun.

He stretched, rolled his shoulders, and cracked his neck with a satisfying pop.

"Man... I feel like I could run a marathon or wrestle a bear."

He grinned to himself, the sheer absurdity of how good he felt making him laugh.

And with all this energy to spare... there was no way he was going to just sit around until midnight doing nothing.

A grin crept onto his face.

"...Guess I’ve got time to kill."

—

He wandered over to the window, where golden streaks of evening sunlight still spilled into the room, his arms resting on the windowsill as he watched the sky dim into shades of purple and navy. The city below buzzed with life—cars honking, lights flickering on, distant conversation.

He pulled out his keys, tossed them in the air, and caught them with a smirk.

"Let’s head out and clear the mind for a bit," he called toward the living room.

Kaelan and Victor immediately got up to follow him.

He didn’t say a word—just made his way down to the garage. The moment he laid eyes on his sleek black sports car, a flicker of familiarity and nostalgia surged in his chest.

Sliding into the low seat, he ran his fingers along the leather steering wheel. It felt... strange at first. Like holding onto a memory from a dream. But his muscle memory kicked in almost instantly.

"Still got it," he muttered with a smirk.

He slotted the key in and twisted it.

Vrrroooom—

The engine purred back to life, low and powerful, like a beast waking up from hibernation. The garage lights gleamed off the polished surface of the car, and as the door slowly lifted, a gust of warm L.A. night air rolled in.

It smelled like asphalt, gasoline, blooming flowers, and street food from a few blocks away. It smelled like life.

The city never really slept, but tonight... it felt different. Louder. Brighter. More alive.

Maybe it was just him—after spending twenty-three long years in another world, even the breeze brushing against his cheek felt like a miracle.

He stepped on the gas lightly, and the car rolled out, melting into the rhythm of Los Angeles as neon signs blurred by and the city lights danced in his rearview mirror.

Driving through the streets of downtown L.A. with the windows down and the wind blowing through his hair, he couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips.

"Man... it really feels like I came back from the dead."

—

The sun was slowly dipped low behind the skyline, bathing the streets of downtown L.A. in gold. The golden hues of the setting sun kissed every rooftop and car hood. The city buzzed with its usual energy—street performers on corners, honking horns, the aroma of food trucks wafting through crowds, the hum of music and conversation in the air.

People bustled in every direction—some heading home, others chasing dreams beneath neon signs and streetlamps just starting to flicker on.

To them, it was just another Saturday night.

But to Rex... it was a view after a lifetime away..

He drove slowly, eyes wide, almost dazed. The air felt different here. He wasn’t just seeing—he was experiencing. The warmth of the breeze against his skin, the subtle vibrations of music pouring from a nearby café, the chatter, the laughter, the life.

This was what he had missed.

Twenty-three years in system space... and now this.

This chaotic, unpredictable, messy world.

A grin tugged at his lips.

He was really back.

(End of Chapter)