Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Quality of sleep was important for humans, whether it was in the Sia Continent or Roel’s previous life. As mortal beings’ wills were driven by their bodies, the quality of their sleep could determine their efficiency. This was even more so for transcendents.
No one wanted to lose their life on the battlefield due to a lack of sleep, which was why there was great emphasis on ensuring that soldiers received sufficient rest on the eastern border.
There were exceptions, though, such as Alicia, who became more energetic the more she stayed up late.
Roel’s sleep quality had been decent over the years. Grandar and the others kept an eye out for his safety, so he didn’t have to keep his guard up at all times… though things were a little weird this time around.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. He was in a mostly dark room, lit only by specks of flickering light that occasionally cast a shadow on his face. He scanned his surroundings, but he didn’t lose his composure.
He knew where he was.
Back when he was still attending Saint Freya Academy, as one of the Ringbearers, he was privy to the details of some of the ongoing research. One of them involved a magic tool that monitored one’s vital signs, reminiscent of a modern-day ICU. It looked like it was finally being put to use.
The familiar magic tools around him sent a wave of nostalgia through Roel, making him feel as if he had returned to his academy days.
However, he couldn’t help but be confused by his current condition. It was not that he was in a terrible state; it was the opposite, actually. He was in an unbelievably good condition.
It was a stretch to say that he was invigorated, but he was faring much better than he had expected. Compared to the last time he fainted after undergoing Sia-fication, during which even opening his eyes was a struggle, he was healing ridiculously fast this time.
Wait a moment. I can’t have gone back in time or anything, right? Roel wondered.
Before he could dwell too much on it, Edavia suddenly appeared out of thin ai
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