Max had a dream.
It was just the usual dream, but somehow it was pretty vivid.
Driven by his jumbled thoughts of an exhausted brain, there was nothing concrete about it. Each scene changed pretty quickly.
It showed everything he had done in this world, starting from his first livestream to when he rage quit the Spellbound Academy.
A relapse of his short life. Overall, it was a pretty fulfilling and a good life.
However, he also realized that there wasn't a day where he rested. Even when he didn't stream, there was something that kept him busy. He also didn't slack on his exercise, which made his life busier.
'Ah, I've worked so hard, haven't I?' He thought as his eyes fluttered open. He was still inside the hotel room, but the smell was slightly different. There was a lingering smell of medicine in the air.
Resting alone usually wouldn't help him recover fast. Not as fast as this, he knew about it.