I let out a weary yawn as I glanced outside the window, squinting a bit as rays of sunlight hit my eyes, before taking out a bottle of cold water from my Item Box and taking a swig.
It's way too fucking hot, really wish air conditioners exist in this world...people with Ice Magic, or at least Water Magic, are so lucky.
A few weeks have passed since I played my role in averting a Zombie apocalypse breaking out on the island, today's the 29th of January, 1030. Though, while it was contained and quashed before it could spread too far, everyone in Forcas Town, except for the guy who came to the Guild to ask for help and the Necromancer himself, of course, were dead.
Additionally, twenty-six Adventurers had also been killed during that whole mess, which is honestly less than I would've thought, considering the way they so carelessly charged into town.
