Ding.
Ding!
Ding!!!
"The hell…" Blake groaned, rolling onto his side and blindly swiping at the air as if he could physically smack the sound away.
The translucent interface didn't budge.
[ Reward: Skill from the Spinning Wheel ]
[ Press here → ⚫ ]
He squinted at it through half-lidded eyes. Pale morning light filtered through his curtains, dust motes drifting lazily in the beam. His alarm hadn't even gone off yet.
"Why is the first thing I have to see in the morning you?"
The system did not dignify that with a response.
Blake flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, brain slowly booting up.
Then he abruptly sat up.
"Huh? A reward? But you didn't say—"
[ Since you completed such a difficult mission, we decided to give you a reward, Dear Host. ]
Blake grinned.
"Finally! It's been so long since you gave me a reward! Ungrateful bastard."
[ … ]
He swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching until his back popped. He felt lighter.
