Knock! Knock!
When the knocking suddenly rang out, Tarot Fool had only just sat up in bed, his head still feeling muddled.
"??"
"Who is it this early in the morning...?"
His hair was a mess, his eyes heavy with sleep, and he was still wearing a camouflage T-shirt with a collar washed somewhat white.
After muttering that, he stretched lazily, letting the bones throughout his body crackle in a series of pops.
That felt good!
Sure enough, he had discovered that the game's only benefit was curing his insomnia and letting him sleep soundly every night!
He had been out of the military for five months and was now a firefighter. During his previous training, he had often been dispatched in the middle of the night, returned at dawn, and caught up on sleep during the day. His body clock had long since been thoroughly wrecked.
That feeling was awful, because the exhaustion from insomnia had no end. Sometimes he would lie in bed doing nothing, yet his mind simply refused to stop, making it impossible for him to fall asleep easily.
Fortunately, he had received that visor four months ago—an inexplicable delivery, an inexplicable holographic game, and an inexplicable closed beta qualification...
At first, he had thought it was a scam and had nearly thrown it away.
But luckily, his insomnia had been especially bad that night. With nothing else to do, he opened it up and, as if possessed, put on the visor.
From that moment on, the insomnia caused by his chaotic routine vanished. Then things spiraled out of control, and he became completely addicted to that game.
He had even taken leave for it, delaying his reporting date so he could rest at home a little longer and play a little more.
Knock! Knock! Knock!