I believe many friends who had traveled abroad had experienced this:
The first trouble they ran into after going overseas was often not being unable to understand the language or find their way,
nor arriving at the hotel only to discover that the outlet type differed from back home, then realizing they had not brought an adapter and thinking, Damn, why is this so expensive!? when they tried to buy one locally,
but jet lag.
Headaches, weakness, low energy, restless sleep, no appetite at mealtimes, starving to death in the middle of the night—
basically, sleepy as hell during the day, then more nocturnal than an actual night owl at night.
For those who had traveled abroad before and whose biological clocks were welded in place, the misery of being unable to adjust to jet lag should have been all too familiar.
But clearly, none of that applied to Participants.
Three in the morning, Fies Erde - Imperial Manor.
In the luxurious master bedroom of a certain "room," Fang Ran woke up from the soft, enormous bed.
Thanks to the deep sleep provided by the Sleep Card, he was an unusual breed among Participants who often slept by day and moved by night: one who slept by day and moved by night.
He perfectly demonstrated what it meant to say:
As long as I did not sleep at night, I effectively had no jet lag.
With a yawn and a hard stretch, Fang Ran sprang upright from the bed like an energetic salted fish.
Then he looked at the bedroom before him, steeped in ultimate luxury: solid dark-red cushions, gilded patterns on the glossy black bench at the foot of the bed—
and spent three seconds completely dumbfounded.
Only then did he realize where he was.
*Ah, right, I was