In the narrow and tidy basement, the crow kept cawing relentlessly.
The young man emerged from the dim bathroom, bandages wrapped around his body... He casually tossed the towel used to wipe his sweat onto the birdcage, silencing the crow.
The young man slumped onto the sofa, his eyes still vacant, only his lips occasionally twitching... With all he had learned, he could ensure survival even when ribs were piercing his lungs, but couldn't hasten his recovery.
After all, curse techniques lack any healing properties.
"Didn't expect this…" 24 lay back fully on the sofa, talking to himself: "Seems it's a bit difficult to regain certain abilities…"
"Hmm…"
He was an extremely lazy person, even thinking that pondering problems was a waste of time—choosing to sleep instead.
"After I wake up, I should move to another place…"
24 subconsciously thought as his consciousness gradually sank into dreams.
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You have five missed calls.
