Hearing Lara's warning, Lee Han instantly felt his whole body slowly turn like tofu. All his muscles betrayed him.
He had used too much energy fighting so many zombies at once, and he could even feel his magic aura growing weaker—he had exploited his strength too much today.
Before Lee Han could throw himself on the bed, he suddenly stopped when he saw several traces of dried blood from the vampire he had killed earlier on his body and clothes.
Instantly, Lee Han felt disgusted. He took off all his clothes and took a shower to clean up his body.
A few minutes later, he was clean. He was ready to sleep, wearing his casual white T-shirt and black training pants.
Lying on a clean and soft mattress made his eyes drift shut, but not long after, notifications that he hadn't checked before danced in his mind.
"Darn it!" He cursed under his breath while his eyes opened again when his curiosity won.
