Still Need to Take Leave

Sorry, everyone. The author's altitude sickness was too severe, and he was hospitalized. He had been unconscious for two days, and on the night this was posted, he had completely lost consciousness.

Apparently, if my mom had come back even a little later, the author would have been dead.

He only barely regained some consciousness the next morning.

He probably won't be able to write for the next few days.

The hospital found that, besides altitude sickness, he also had severe fluid buildup in his lungs and brain. They said that if it got serious, it could even cause cerebral palsy. He had hallucinations yesterday and was staggering when he walked.

He'll continue writing in a couple of days.

Everyone, you have to wait for the author to finish his resurrection match.

What follows was painstakingly cobbled together over the past two days. He'll make up for it once he recovers.

A bunch of filler posts from before couldn't be published. It was only after feeling a little better today that he realized Shenhe had been stuck for so long.

"Ah! You innately evil Hydro Xiao, how dare you mimic our Aeon? Die!" m9(｀д′)!!!!

"No, wait!" !!!!=????(?ò?ó?)?

As soon as she spoke, Stelle's bat came crashing down, one end striking that block of Six-Phased Ice with perfect precision.

The sheer force left even the sturdy Six-Phased Ice with a faint crack.

"No, you actually hit me?!" ∑(°口°?)??

Akivili braced all four limbs against the walls of March 7th's room, staring at that swing with lingering fear.

Good grief, he could tell that Stelle had put absolutely everything into that swing.

"Hmph, you innately evil Hydro Xiao actually dared to disguise yourself as our great, generous, selfless Lord Akivili. As a Trailblazer, I must—pfft, we must avenge our Lord Akivili,