While the villagers repaired what was left of their village and recovered their resources, the children ran around, dancing and pursuing each other.
Lucien stood on the hill of the field, staring into the distant mountain with a blank expression on his face.
He was still thinking about what had just happened. Somehow, like a play, he really couldn't log out again and didn't even know what was going on in reality.
To make things worse, if he died in the game, he was going to die in reality too.
Lucien bent down and clutched his hair, groaning but at the same time stifling the groan.
"Agh! Damn it! Damn it! What exactly is all of this? Who did I offend?! Who just barges into someone's house and beats someone to death?"
He released his hair and looked up with a suspicious frown.
"Could it be my dad?"
Lucien shook his head.
"He's a piece of shit, but he's still my father at the end of the day."
He exhaled and dropped his head. Then a face flashed before his eyes.
