/Nico's 1st Person POV/
Those ten hours of uninterrupted, dreamless sleep were a literal godsend.
After spending the last 24 hours surviving a goblin-infested fever dream, buying that thirty-thousand-credit DLC and paying 10k more to actually use the damn thing, and finding out a doomsday Illuminati cult was probably going to hunt me down, my brain had officially flatlined. Especially since I had been operating on 4 hours of sleep.
But today, waking up at eleven in the morning with a fully restored stamina bar and zero immediate death threats? That felt like peak luxury.
Now, I was sitting at a table in the bustling lobby of the Inn that doubled as a tavern, shoveling warm porridge into my mouth.
The place was absolutely packed. Seasoned adventurers were drinking cheap ale like coffee, knights were grabbing quick lunches between their shifts, and an imposingly tall Demon-folk waitress was navigating the chaotic floor, carrying tall stacks of wooden plates.
