Levi's eyes fluttered open gently. Flanking him were the two men from earlier, their expressions devoid of emotion.
They were in a long hallway lit with dim golden lights. At the far end was a huge, imposing blue door.
"The principal is beyond that door," one of the men stated plainly.
Levi nodded and stepped forward calmly. His hand still stung from the pain, but it barely even registered in his mind.
Levi's palms rested on the doors, and with a slight push, the door flung open, revealing the captivating sight of the principal's office.
A small hall that screamed opulence. Golden to even the tiniest thing, a pencil in front of him. The only non-gold was the paper in his front.
"Good evening, principal," Levi bowed to the man sitting on a golden chair.
The man looked at him calmly, a slight smile plastered on his face.
"No need for pleasantries, you also know why I called you," the man said, appearing before Levi.
"Is it because our universe is about to be destroyed by the creator?" Levi asked back.
Henry, the man nodded.
"There is no need to worry, he will recreate the world in about two weeks, you also know he just got contracted."
Henry sighed.
"He is not changing any of us, just re-uploading on the same site," Levi reassured.