I stayed there for another hour, Anshur would be leaving the estate by now, and I have no heart to come and say goodbye to that woman.
The air conditioner kept me from dying from being drowned in my own sweat. The room still smelled faintly of the steak I ate this noon… Because of course, eating food in an enclosed room with air conditioner on was a good idea.
Twenty-one hours.
It had officially been 21 hours since I died.
And I still couldn't get up.
THIS IS FUCKING PATHETIC
I screamed at myself.
Of course I died, but I was at, like, what, level 53? Who the fuck cares? I've died at level 700 before, only sulked for like 3 hours before getting back on like a big boy with huge balls.
But god damn, what is eating at my own mentality, I thought? Pathetic, fucking pathetic, just pathetic, absolutely pathetic, god damn motherfucking pathetic.
…
Am I… Hearing more footsteps?
