Wang Yang slept soundly once again, not waking until noon. It had to be said that humans were incredibly adaptable. In nearly a month's time, most people had grown accustomed to life in Sword Art Online, Wang Yang included.
After waking up, there was no need to wash up, nor was there any unpleasant taste in his mouth. So the first thing Wang Yang did upon opening his eyes was take out a Flame Fruit and eat it. It had practically become a habit.
After finishing the Flame Fruit in a few bites, the hunger in his stomach gradually faded. Only after filling his belly did Wang Yang get out of bed, put on his equipment, and leave the inn for the Weapon Shop. He repaired the equipment whose durability had been worn down yesterday, while selling his unwanted items and equipment to the shopkeeper.
After taking care of everything, Wang Yang went to one of the open-air roadside stalls and bought fifty portions of cheap food. This food was not meant to be enjoyed; it was merely to replenish the stamina expended between battles.
It was close to noon, and the roadside stalls were nearly full. At this hour, people would normally be having lunch. Even in a game, most players followed that habit. Though they were not hungry, many would still find somewhere to sit down and have lunch, such as these open-air stalls.
While eating, this atmosphere could form a small hub for exchanging information. Players who happened to sit at the same table would start chatting between bites, and sometimes they could trade useful intelligence. Of course, not every player was like that.
After buying his food, Wang Yang did not leave immediately. Instead, he pricked up his ears and listened to the topics being discussed