Chapitre 826: Old house

GASP!

Primo gasped for air as he abruptly opened his eyes. His breathing was heavy and unstable, beads of sweat were on his forehead, sitting up with his upper body twisted to the side. He instinctively squinted his eyes as sunlight fell on him, peeking at it, realizing it was still early.

"Hah…" he breathed out heavily, collapsing on his back once more to lie flat on the grass. "I felt like I've been sleeping for an entire night."

He closed his eyes slowly, letting his body relax as his racing heart was trying to break free from his ribcage. It had only been over an hour since he fell asleep, but in his dreams, it felt like he had been there for a year.

"These things kept happening more frequently than before," he murmured, eyes shut. "Perhaps it's because I've been stuck as Primo for so long my brain starts to realize I'm joking."