Who knew how many times this had repeated.
The Male Wizard, unconscious, saw light in the darkness once more and woke up again.
His entire body ached unbearably, as though his bones had fallen apart. His head in particular felt as if it were full of water. With the slightest shake, he could hear liquid sloshing around inside his skull, accompanied by intense nausea and the urge to vomit.
Grimacing, the Male Wizard laboriously adjusted his posture, rolling from facedown to faceup. He lay on the ground as comfortably as possible and stared at the ceiling.
He was already very familiar with this empty room, as well as the open space outside. Now that he was familiar with them, he had no desire to go out at all. He only wanted some peace and quiet, to stay here and carefully think over everything that had happened.
He could be certain that he was in some strange place, brought here after being knocked unconscious by that man and woman. Aside from those two, there were two extremely powerful beings here: a White-haired Old Man and an Eight-Armed Skeleton.
And besides them, there was that Golden Retriever...
After hesitating for a moment, the Male Wizard muttered the conclusion he had just reached. "That dog... doesn't seem to be anything special."
Yes, there was nothing special about it.
At first, he had thought that dog would be terrifyingly powerful. But what he had seen before passing out last time told him that it was merely a very ordinary dog.
This place might be strange and complicated, but it had not completely exceeded the bounds of logic. Earlier, he must have been so agitated that he overthought things and muddled his mind. Now that he had calmed down and thought it through, he realized