Waking up to the familiar high ceiling, drawing the curtains, and basking in the familiar green wild sunlight again.
Bologue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his hospital gown. After staying in gloomy, dark places for too long, he couldn't get enough of this vivid scene before him.
This was Bologue's seventh day at the Border Sanatorium. In theory, a body like his—which was practically undying—should be immune to hospitals, yet after his recovery, Rachel rejected his discharge application without giving a clear reason, only performing some regular checks and blood draws daily.
Bologue thought this must be the idea of the Field Operations Department. Thinking back, what he did on that stormy night was indeed quite outrageous: he eradicated a gang wave affecting Opus's security, crushed a Prayer Believer wielding a Secret Sword, and blocked the mountain of Philosopher's Stones...
