Bab 89: Less Than A Memory

Mark's feet hung in the air.

Held from the chest down, his arms were extended in front of him.

'The eye. It's different than the one last time but... Are you that Dungeon Master?'

Kekekek-

Laughter echoed.

Despite the situation, Mark tried to stay as calm as possible.

'Can't do a thing. I don't feel tired. My wounds from earlier are gone...'

Mark brought his right hand to his left arm.

He extended a finger.

Pierce-

'Hm.' Mark nodded to himself.

A drop of blood went down his arm.

'Can't feel pain. Oh. The wound is already gone. So I wasn't teleported or anything. This is a dream. Or... Something... Like a dream.'

The rows of fangs moved.

'I'm still out there. I can't remember that I collapsed on the ground or anything. I just... Gradually...'

Kekekek-

Mark raised his gaze to the golden eye staring at him.

His anxiousness was tangible.

In front of the golden eye, he felt seen through. Naked.