Two days had passed since Mark finished restructuring the dungeon's lower floors. And during those two days, Mark had done absolutely nothing — except sleep a lot.
Modifying multiple dungeon floors had left him completely drained, both magically and physically.
His mana reserves were nearly empty, and his body felt like he had run a marathon while carrying an enormous rock.
Which was why Mark had spent most of the last two days sleeping in the freshly created bed inside his chamber on the tenth floor.
'Definitely the best decision I've made in a long time.'
The bed was enormous — king-sized, with soft black silk sheets and pillows that felt like clouds.
Mark had used his Dungeon Lord ability to create it, along with several other pieces of furniture to make his chamber more livable.
'If I'm going to be a dungeon lord, I'm at least going to be comfortable.'
