Cheat Awakening

"Alone at last... I should head back to the cabin before someone else springs another surprise on me," Myne muttered, glancing in the direction Alban had gone before hurriedly, he made his way back into the cabin.

Inside, a pang of loneliness gnawed at Myne making him sigh deeply, "It would be nice if Velvet were here. Even if she's just fake, her presence boosts my morale at least." After a moment of hesitation, Myne approached Demonic Velvet, who lay silently on the table. It almost seemed like she could wake up any moment and scare him to death.

"Haaahuu... Tell me, Velvet, what should I do now? I know you're out there waiting for me, but here I am, like an idiot, talking to your fake unconscious version, asking for help... Hahaha, this is really ironic. Big Sis Maya was right; I wasn't prepared for any of this. I always took everything in a lighthearted way, assuming everything would go according to my way."

"Maybe a little sleep will clear my head," Myne concluded, a note of helplessness and desperation in his voice. He walked back to the small room he had been in earlier. After locking the door from inside, he removed the towel around his waist and lay down on the bed, naked, with heavy eyelids, soon succumbing to a deep slumber.

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"VELVET!"

Myne jolted awake, heart pounding in his chest. "Hah, haa, haa… Just a nightmare," he gasped, grabbing a water glass with shaking hands from his Inventory to quench his parched throat. Only then did he register the clammy sweat clinging to his entire body.

"The nightmares were getting worse recently... Sigh, I have to take another shower," Myne said, wiping sweat from his forehead. He then took a deep breath, wrapped a towel around his waist again, and walked out of the room.

Silence blanketed the hideout, a heavy presence that pressed in on him. This eerie quiet always set his nerves on edge, whispering anxieties of disembodied voices and lurking shadows. Shaking his head, Myne banished the unsettling thoughts and focused on reaching the shower room.

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"This should be enough for you to survive a week. After that, it depends on your own fate," Myne sighed. "If it weren't for the fact that you once looked like Velvet, and took good care of me intensely or unintensally, I might not be standing here injecting you with energy serum."

Myne continued, "I don't think you need these two rings, though I know they might be fake. Still, they are very important to Velvet. After I get out of here and find out they are real, there might be no place to cry later." He joked while removing two emotionally priceless rings from Demonic Velvet's fingers, and tucking them safely into his Inventory.

"May our paths never cross again," Myne whispered, giving the sleeping Demonic Velvet a last look before turning and walking away. Behind him, everything with even a little bit of value, aside from the stone table where Demonic Velvet lay, was placed inside his Inventory. Who knows maybe they come in handy later."

"Now, let's go to the tower where Alban went. Maybe there I can find some clue on how to get out of here," Myne pondered, rubbing his chin. He had only taken a few steps from the cabin entrance when five crows suddenly flew out of nowhere and perched on top of the cabin, staring at Myne with their bloody red eyes.

"Damn, those wretched crows again! I thought they all went back into hibernation since during the battle with Demonic Velvet, I didn't see anyone near this area," Myne cursed. He quickly started running in the north direction. Behind him, he could hear loud running footsteps, as if many people or undead were running in his direction.

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BOOM!

"Die, you ugly bastard! How dare you dirty my robe? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to clean it later?" With a thunderous blast, Myne sent the final undead creature reeling, his robe smouldering slightly. "Insolent wretch!" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice.

After coming out of the cabin, he had been continuously running crazily nonstop—sometimes on the roofs of houses, sometimes inside the sewer. But those damn undeads always managed to find him, starting a crazy cat and mouse game, where Myne was undoubtedly the mouse.

"I hate this f*cking town, but at least I managed to come here without getting caught by a horde of undead. However, how the hell am I going inside this damn tower now?"

Myne helplessly asked himself, looking at the 15-story tall mysterious black tower made of giant stone blocks without any windows and only a big main entrance metal door in front of him, guarded by hundreds of flying vengeful spirits nonstop, without any chance of letting anyone near them.

What twisted Myne's mouth was that the tower was in a big open area without anything particularly object near it, where he could hide and sneakily enter the tower. Clearly, whoever made it had no plan on how to set useless decorations and let some uninvited guests use them to pass through his security.

"Let's wait a few days and see if those vengeful spirits have any pattern to patrol the tower, for which I can take advantage and sneak in... Damn it, why the f*ck didn't that bastard who made such a big tower didn't create any second entrance? Doesn't he fear that if one day his enemy seals his main entrance, he'll just die inside?" Myne growled, kicking a pebble in frustration.

After picking a small, good-looking house near the tower, which was in good condition, he walked into it, deciding to stay there for the next few days.

The interior of the house was the same as any other—a layer of dust, bloodstain walls, broken furniture, a broken corpse trying to get up, spider webs, etc. Myne first blasted the undead on the ground attempting to rise, then he checked all the rooms to see if there was anyone else other than him. Finding no one, he used his cleaning skill, and in a minute, he cleaned the entire house.

Afterwards, he used his Realize skill to create a metal wall at the main and back doors, as well as all the windows, before taking out his bed and collapsing on it out of tiredness.

"Sigh, so lonely... I've never felt so empty before... I want to go home. I wonder which family Mother was talking about. Are they still waiting for me? By the way, how much time has passed anyway?

A week or a month? Everything here is the same, no matter when you look at it. It makes it difficult to remember the time."

Myne muttered while staring at the chilling scene, and soon, without him realizing it, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

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"Still no difference. Don't those spirits get tired of doing the same thing always? And there's no sewage connected to this tower. God knows where the people who lived in it before went to attend the natural's call and release wasted water... By the way, why would someone create such a big tower in such a small town like this?

Also, now that I think about it, why didn't I see it before when I was near Alban's hideout? Such a big tower could easily be seen from anywhere inside the town." Myne thought while entering his temporary hideout, and sealing the door.

He then first removed his clothes, took a nice shower, wore his night dress, and ate dinner while reading a random assassin novel, which had now become his greatest and only way of entertainment. It's not like he had anything else to do for enjoyment.

After eating and washing the dishes, Myne removed a few wooden planks from the ceiling. After making sure that there was no spy crow nearby, he climbed onto the roof and sat down with a fruit wine in his hand, drinking slowly, his gaze fixed on the tower with a mixture of disappointment and longing.

Two entire weeks had passed, but still, no progress. No matter what I did, as soon as I entered the boundary of the tower, those damn spirits always found out about it. Like bees, they would chase after me together. Time was running out.

Alban could come back anytime, things would only get more difficult afterwards, and I had a hunch that when he came back, it would be the end of my story, and that end would be hellishly painful.

Myne lay on the roof, gazing at the vengeful spirits flying around the tower, making weird noises every once in a while. After watching them for a few minutes and emptying half a bottle of fruit wine, his eyes shifted behind them. Suddenly, a crazy thought popped up in his mind, igniting a spark in his despondent eyes, replacing the bleakness with a glimmer of defiance.

"Yes, I can do that. Anyway, there is nothing to lose. This is thousands of times better than staying here and waiting for death hopelessly—it's better to die trying than to give up," Myne muttered, rising to his feet with newfound resolve, looking at the dense black living fog behind the tower that surrounded everything around the town. A smile played on his gloomy face.

After making up his mind, Myne threw the wine bottle at the tower and hurriedly went inside the house.

Inside, Myne quickly stashed away important things in his Inventory, except for his bed, before sitting down on it. He clutched the Velvet rings in his hands, nerves and excitement battling within him.

"Please hold on a little longer. I am coming to save you, or... better not to think negative things. Yes, just think positive. I am going to survive from here, for the family, who was waiting for me... Let's take a last good sleep.

God knows how long I am going to stay in that creepy fog," Myne said while covering himself with a quilt and slowly closing his eyes.

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