Under the details written in the notebook, there was a picture with the flower that he was looking for, which helped him on his search.
The boy spotted the flower, right near a few purple frogs, with spiky skin. The flower had the shape of the triangle on top, and the color orange, a type of flower which he saw the first time in his life.
He ripped one of many, straight from the green stem. While in his hand, it quickly turned into a pixelated form that dissolved inside his left forearm, startling and scaring him for a quick second. After it dissolved, he only felt a slight sting inside his skin, but then, the sting just disappeared.
A red paint circled around the forearm that the flower dissolved into, forming itself all the way towards the middle of his bicep. On the surface of the skin, right in the middle, there was something written on its skin, just like a tattoo. It was a sentence, and a few numbers on it"
"Progression 050/000? What does that mean?"Asked the boy, reading the words written inside his forearm, contemplating on it for a few seconds, then he went back to collecting the flower that he needed.
After taking another flower, really curious to see if it adds to the last one, it did the same thing as last time, adding to the "Progression" effects from his arm.
"Woah!"Exclaimed the boy, filled with awe, widening his eyes, amazed by the mechanics of the "Progression effect".
The red painting on his arm grew slowly but surely, towards his face where it stopped right when it arrived at his chin. It was like a shadow was dancing across his skin, coloring him in a colorful, bright-red color. The numbers and the word remained as well, in a 3D, blue colored concrete form.
The 3D word and the numbers started bothering him, by getting itchy, like a broken bone healing inside a gypsum. Scratching the hard and yet, thin surface, he didn't feel comfort, because the itchiness from his arm was only something in his head, so he just gave up and tried to cope with the discomfort from it.
"Aaah, I guess I'll just leave you here"Sighted the boy, giving up with the tomfoolery.
The notebook started floating, right behind him, vibrating with clear and continuous sounds, and vibrating in movement, turning in a roll, and unturning a few times, in a slow movement.
"Wait, notebook, c'mere!"Exclaimed the boy, jumping as high as he could, catching the notebook right before it would get to a height where he couldn't catch it anymore.
At that moment, a realization came to his mind. If he would let the book out of his grasp, would it still float?
He did as he thought, and the book started floating again."Maybe that's why I have this chain around my waist. And I thought it was only for character design"
Taking out black chain that looked like it was made out of a "glassy" material, the boy locked it to the edge down-right, edge of the notebook. While finishing the last security measures, making sure that the chain was closed into the belt support and the edge of the notebook, letting the chain be, for a few seconds, he searched for the pen, in hopes that he didn't lose it.But the pen was already in a place that was carved inside the wooden cover of the notebook, right under the "Starter" word. Narrowing his eyes, thinking how did the pain get up there, inside the notebook, two meters in the air, a little bit over him, he extended his hand, taking out the metal pen, wanting to look at it for a quick second, trying to understand it.Taking it out from its carved place, the boy accidentally dropped the pen, forgetting how heavy it was. Wanting to pick up the metal pen, without him doing anything, it rapidly flew inside its carved place, inside the wooden cover of the notebook.Freezing in place for a quick second, widening his eyes, the boy changed his look at the pen from inside the wooden cover.

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