Leaving the Ruins of Apheh was basically like being teleported outside of both the ruins and the Game itself. The system's processing treated it as some sort of slap on the wrist. A forced reminder that players had endured enough brutality and should take a well-deserved rest.
Oliver was not a fan of rest.
So when he returned, he had already planned to dive straight back into the game and finish off some loose ends.
His body slowly came back to life, his chest tightening as air filled his lungs again, his muscles twitching, his form gradually returning to its usual state. His consciousness seeped back into his being, sluggish yet steady, and his eyes blinked repeatedly as they struggled to adjust to the harsh, discomforting light of the sun.
The sun?
Oliver was in a room with only one window, if he recalled properly. So how in hell was sunlight pouring directly onto him like this?
"Wait a minute..."
