When Sifa opened his eyes, he saw the dim room. But from the light filtering through the cracks, he was certain it was already morning.
"It should be around seven in the morning now. There's still half an hour until breakfast, and about thirteen hours until the negative effects disappear."
Sifa found that once he had nothing to do, his sense of time became astonishingly clear—so clear that it was somewhat unbearable. After all, in this era without television, the internet, or video games for entertainment, staying in a place like a prison cell for thirteen whole hours was simply torture.
Since there was nothing to do anyway, Sifa got up and raised his hands in front of him one after the other, chanting the incantation.
"Eyes that perceive all things."
"God who overlooks everything."
A moment later, Sifa saw the Book of Mysteries. The illusory yet weighty book opened by itself and stopped on the page for Mystic Artisan.
"The Dimension Crystals have increased. There are already 1,079 of them. I've finally broken a thousand."
Sifa sighed with emotion, then checked the records.
"The Unfindable Book told you, 'Guess where I am,' and generously tipped you another 10,000 Dimension Coins. They have been automatically converted into 100 Dimension Crystals."
There was only one record this time.
However, a new entry had appeared among the tags.
"You have obtained a new tag."
"Undying Will: This tag has received more than 33 praises. Your will is as hard as steel, granting you a small chance to resist the effects that abilities and items have on one's mind."
In addition, the number of likes on the other tags had also increased to varying degrees.
Lord of Traps had received 1,019 likes, Crimson King had 785, Wolf of Loen had 754, National Husband