My health deteriorated after my great escapade. The god of order said that it's because my soul left the protection of my body for such a long time and that I used my hypnosis power with just the limited power from my soul. He solemnly scolded me for quite a long time when I had been lying weakly on my bed.
Even till now I could barely get off my bed. I took a brief look at the novel in my hand and threw it across my room.
"Don't you think I can't tell it's a story based on that stupid Rachelle!" I murmured. I tried to grasp another novel from the stack, but it was too far from me. I struggled again, but had to lay back down to take some rest.
With a tiny sigh, the god of order handed me another novel. "It's the third one. If you don't want to read, you can do other things." He then stood up to pick the discarded novel up and returned it to the shelf.
