Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
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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