"Huff, huff."
Lorne panted nervously, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Meow..." Lucky came over to Lorne and lowered her head to lick his palm.
!!!
Lorne suddenly opened his eyes in bed and sat bolt upright.
"It's morning..."
"It's already the next day?"
Lorne was about to get up when he realized his head was throbbing.
"It hurts."
He pressed his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted, without any of the refreshed energy a full night's sleep should have brought.
"My spirituality seems to have been drained dry."
"Right, my body..."
Lorne hurriedly felt himself all over, checking his body. Only after confirming that nothing had been added or taken away did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Looking at the sunlight streaming into the room, he gradually recalled what had happened the night before.
"That dream last night..."
"No! That definitely wasn't a dream!"
"That Hidden Being wasn't dealt with by the authorities. He's still around. He came looking for me."
Could my report letter have been exposed? Did he come specifically to get revenge on me...?
Recalling what had happened last night, Lorne felt a little uneasy, and irritated as well.
Were the authorities in this world really that inefficient? They still hadn't dealt with him.
After a bout of agitation, Lorne gradually calmed down.
"He is a Hidden Being suspected of being an evil god, after all. The authorities probably can't deal with him that quickly."
"Besides, the authorities' Beyonders aren't necessarily all that reliable..."
Lorne recalled the frivolous-looking policeman who loved reciting poetry, whom he had encountered several times before.
The man looked utterly unreliable.
"Since that Hidden Being reacted, at least that proves my report letter did some good. It wasn't dismissed as a prank and swept into the trash."
Perhaps because of certain personal