"Ah!!!"
A piercing scream rang out from the villa's balcony, startling the already-sleeping Crow awake. He jolted upright and opened his eyes, then saw Little Rich Guy spring to his feet, panting as he pulled the gaming helmet off his head.
The students had already tidied up the room downstairs and were gaming online. They rushed up, not knowing what had happened. Niu Niu, however, had sharp eyes. He pointed at Little Rich Guy's pants and shouted:
"Hey, you wet yourself! You're a grown man, and you still—wait, never mind. Looks like you didn't."
"Holy crap! Don't look! I'm changing!"
Little Rich Guy glanced down, and his face immediately flushed red. Amid the others' snickering, he covered his crotch and dashed off. Several minutes later, he returned to the spacious balcony wearing a fresh pair of pants, his expression strange.
He sat there without a word, his gaze unfocused, as if savoring some peculiar feeling from just now.
Even Crow raised an eyebrow at the sight.
Recalling Little Rich Guy's strange behavior, Crow thoughtfully glanced at his lower half. The students, meanwhile, weren't concerned with any of that. They crowded around Little Rich Guy, who seemed to have recovered, and peppered him with questions.
Ge Bao held up Murphy's helmet and said:
"Did you die over there? Your helmet's gone into resurrection standby mode. What happened to you? How did you suddenly die?"
"Uh, something came up in the dream."
Little Rich Guy awkwardly waved his hands.
"Don't worry, it wasn't anything bad. I found Kaspar. She's not dead!
"No, that's not quite right. She did die; her physical body has completely vanished. But thanks to Madam Triss's forbidden art, she absorbed some of the dream authority from the dead Nightmare Tyrant. And with the seal on the material world's