Ji Yan had always remained wary, but as time passed, that vigilance was worn away day by day.
One week... half a month... one month...
After a full thirty-one days, Ji Yan's physical rejection after returning to the Real World had basically disappeared.
Once he adapted, the memories of everything he had experienced in the Eerie Game felt more and more like a dream—so unreal and intangible...
"I stole a piece of Night Burial Maitreya's cake, and it actually made me this fat!"
Ji Yan muttered to himself. The "final reward" had been being sent back to the Real World. He wondered what price Night Burial Maitreya had paid.
Although the mystery of the letter in the Eerie Game remained unsolved, Ji Yan felt that as long as he had escaped that world, none of it had anything to do with him anymore.
Everything could finally come to a perfect close.
Morning.
After feeding Little Black, Ji Yan headed out as usual. Winter had only just begun to set in, and Jinshi City was shrouded in mist at seven in the morning.
The breakfast shops lining the streets were already bustling, steam curling into the air as they fed the army of office workers beginning their new day.
Ji Yan rode a shared bike, yawning as he muttered, "Who would've thought that after slaughtering my way through the Eerie Game, I'd still be unable to escape the fate of being unemployed after coming back to the Real World?"
"No ghost is scarier than the beating dealt out by real life."
For the past month, Ji Yan had spent every day lazing around to help his body and mind readjust to the Real World, and he had nearly burned through his meager savings.
Holding his résumé, Ji Yan scratched his head,