Stark's body reformed in the real world the moment he left [Eternal Soul].
The sunlight bleeding through his window.
Outside, people were walking around like nothing had changed.
Some hurried to work, others sat at cafés, sipping coffee, laughing, living their "normal" lives.
Even after experiencing all of this and having to fight monsters to reach level 3.
To them, [Eternal Soul] was still just a game. Something they could ignore.
Stark snorted.
A mistake. One that would kill them sooner or later. But not his problem.
All he needed now was a few hours of rest.
Just enough to reset his body, calm his nerves, and then he'd dive right back into the game.
Still, before collapsing into bed, Stark opened his status window for the second time in the real world.
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[ID: Oblivion]
[Class: Mage of Oblivion (Tier-1)]
[Talent: Infinite Evolution (SSS)]
[Level: 17 (7,200/100,000)]
[Lives: 876]
[Constitution: 90]
[Strength: 90]
[Agility: 117]
[Spirit: 133]
[Skills: None.]
