Previous chapter:
Chapter 1: The Worst Class
Next chapter:
Chapter 3: The Slime
PREVIEW
...
He’d spent the night outside the brothel, arms crossed and staring into nothing. It was better there, since he couldn’t "sleep" with all that noise inside. Not sleep in the traditional sense—he just entered a state of conscious rest, keeping his senses minimally alert.
When he stood up, his bones protested with dry cracks.
Full simulation. Even joint pain. Sadistic detail.
He ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes to bring them into focus. The sky had lightene ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE