Earlier, Gwen had carefully inspected the Main God Space. He had even jumped into the nearby seawater and swum around, yet he still failed to find a matching Cloth Box.
Under such circumstances, Gwen could only temporarily take on that role himself.
He gently switched off the room's lights. Simulated starlight from the Elysian Realm streamed through the window, casting a tranquil, peaceful glow across the room.
Yet in the darkness of night, the dim Golden Cloth on Gwen's body showed no reaction to that false starry sky.
However, as time passed, the faint rhythm of the Cloth, which was gradually absorbing Gwen's power, silently changed slightly and began to echo his breathing...
Early the next morning, the simulated sunlight of the Elysian Realm shone into the room and awakened Gwen from his sleep.
"Mm... Is it morning already?"
Opening his bleary eyes, Gwen was about to rub them out of habit when he felt something strange against his eyelids. Only then did he remember that he seemed to have slept in the Cloth last night.
Gwen looked closely. Yep, the crack-covered Cloth on his hands proved there was nothing wrong with his memory.
He closed his eyes again and extended his will, carefully sensing the state of the Cloth on his body.
"Sigh..."
A moment later, Gwen opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and unconsciously shook his head.
The situation was not good. After an entire night, the Cloth's recovery progress was not exactly zero, but it was close enough.
And in this state, trying to speedrun the Elysian Realm had clearly become somewhat difficult for Gwen—
Forget fighting; merely keeping the Cloth from shattering completely was already incredibly difficult.
"Prometheus, was there anything unusual last night?"
As he stretched his body, Gwen asked Prometheus, with whom he shared a