The world outside was preparing for war. The world inside Rei Velvet's bedroom was preparing… a spoon.
Specifically, a bent, slightly rusty dessert spoon Rei had stolen from the cafeteria at great personal risk. He crouched at the foot of his bed like a criminal in a cheap prison escape drama, jabbing the spoon into the stone floor with furious determination.
"Come on… just a little deeper… freedom is only twenty feet of tunnel away…" he muttered, sweat dripping down his brow. His arms trembled as he scraped at the tiles.
CLINK.
CLINK.
CLINK.
The spoon bent further.
[System Notification]
[Congratulations. You've successfully achieved the tunneling progress of a depressed hamster.]
[Update: Bedrock is magically reinforced by ten layers of anti-escape wards. Estimated time to dig your way out with a spoon: 4,720 years.]
[Don't worry, by then the brides will definitely have calmed down.]
