How long had it been? He couldn't remember. Still, Kyle knew more than a day had passed.
He remained trapped within the grey box, always waiting for another monster to appear so he could kill it.
For support, he had been given a simple wooden stick to defend himself, along with his Genesis.
The system could not help him, and using his blessings was out of the question. Doing so would only tear down his safety net.
He wasn't worried about the time spent here. The system had already informed him about the difference in time flow between this space and the real world.
So in that sense, he was safe.
But that safety meant nothing right now.
A four-foot-tall gnome lunged at him, feral and relentless, aiming to rip his neck apart.
"Fuck, die you bitch!" Kyle snarled, desperation seeping into his voice as he swung the stick at its head.
The gnome dodged with ease, its speed spiking unnaturally, before sinking its teeth into his wrist.
