"What? You don't have an initial save?"
"How could you be this stupid?"
"Haven't you played games for twenty years? Don't you know to keep an initial save?"
Gawain shouted at a disheveled man in his forties.
Since gaining Prophecy Power, he had never lost his composure like this.
Prophets were usually calm, because they could foresee even their own deaths.
If they knew in advance, they could prepare themselves mentally.
Being mentally prepared and facing something without warning were entirely different things.
Yet today, he still lost control!
He had gone through countless hardships, nearly getting eaten by monsters and crushed to death by falling rocks several times...
In the end, he found this disheveled fellow in a cabin in the woods.
Actually, the moment he saw the man's defeated expression, he had sensed that something was wrong.
But even that mental preparation could not dispel the anger that came afterward.
The reason was simple.
This man named Ryan claimed to possess the Golden Finger of saving and loading.
But he only had one save slot.
What Gawain never expected was that this fellow's last save had been made on the night after the Nuclear Explosion had already occurred...
"What's the point of yelling at me? When I first got this thing, I was excited too, and careful too! The date on my original save was the day I got it, Thanksgiving two years ago."
Ryan had been angered by the scolding as well. He stood and retorted, "To get some treasure from beneath a monster, I loaded my save twenty whole times! Twenty times! Every time, I had to start over and live through those days again, spending months all over again!"
"I later discovered that after loading, I would return to the past, but my lifespan would