"Wait a minute, father, how many days had passed since I passed out?!" said Zet as he stood up.
"Sssss... three to four weeks give or take?" said the middle-aged man.
"What?! Then the tournament?!" Zet suddenly rushed toward the door before his father held him by the back of his collar.
"Calm down, Zet."
The middle-aged man put him down before letting out a sigh. "We will go to Heaven this noon. Pack everything you need."
"Oh, Phew! I thought I missed it. Wait a minute, how about big brother Lyon??" asked Zet.
The middle-aged man shook his head. "There is no way to go into Garuda City right now, nobody even knows if it's still there or not with the raging tornadoes and erupting volcanoes. The place is a nightmare."
(Then again, how ridiculously powerful that butler actually is? He could go in and go out of that apocalypse without even being drenched) thought the middle-aged man before he shook his head.
