A raindrop struck the windowsill, broke apart, and dissolved into a soft patter.
Xia Lun's eyes flew open. He sat bolt upright, instinctively conjured a Short Sword in his hand, and turned toward the window.
The rain had stopped. The afternoon sun was sinking, and deep twilight spread across half the sky. Where dusk met night, the horizon glowed a dreamlike indigo.
It took Xia Lun a moment to remember that he was in the peaceful, stable real world, not an apocalyptic age fraught with danger.
"I slept like a log."
He dismissed the weapon and sank back into his soft pillow.
Xia Lun felt wonderful. The fatigue and tension that had built up for so long had washed away, leaving him brimming with energy.
For once, Xia Lun lingered in bed. After staring at the patterns on the ceiling for a while, an idea struck him.
At his current level of Swordsmanship, every attack or defense he made on the Echo level cost six years of his life. According to his Information Panel, he could swing his sword at most thirty-nine times. A simple calculation told him how much life he had left.
He had a full 234 years to live. That was genuine longevity. His Light Annihilation State perk would slowly extend his lifespan further, and using Life Drain on live cattle each day would add even more. Even without a major breakthrough, he conservatively estimated that living another three hundred years would be no problem.
The more he calculated, the wider Xia Lun smiled. The satisfaction of having so many years ahead of him was incomparable.
A few seconds later, he glanced at the wall clock. He had slept for twelve hours straight, and it was already six in the evening. Time for dinner. "I'll add a