Early morning rays made Zephyr stir in his sleep. The cold wind brushing against his exposed cheeks forced him to lift his hand and cover them.
However, nothing happened. Zephyr tried to do it again.
Still nothing.
"Uh!"
For a moment, he was confused. Then, realization flashed through his mind.
He was missing an arm.
And he was trying to use that exact arm to touch his face.
This realization drove away what sleep remained in him.
'I am in a game world. I am unarmed,' he thought, opening his eyes.
These days, he was missing his computer and the countless games loaded into it. Although learning magic from his memory was wonderful, nothing could be as addictive as the games he used to play.
He took a deep breath and sighed.
"I need to find a hobby, fast," he said, lifting his weary body to sit up. The slowness of real life was not something he adapted to.
