Adam woke up the next day, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He didn't remember how he fell asleep but understood his state was worrying if he didn't spend the night in the Dream Place.
He muttered "Interface" with a tired voice before reading the note.
[Note: Warning! Soul is heavily damaged. Serves you right for your false bravado against an arcanist.]
"Shit..." Adam despaired. He felt that ever since he awakened in this world, his soul had been wounded, and no matter what he did, the damages only worsened instead of healing.
'Sight... I'd better find useful books in the library.' He thought, hoping to find a way to accelerate his recovery through alchemy like he had so many years ago.
Remembering the old days, he couldn't help but smile faintly. 'No matter where you are now, old dog, I hope you are happy and will see the new potions I make.'
