At almost the same moment, somewhere in the Sea of Miracles, where the Eden Fleet was stationed.
"Aaaah!!!!!!!"
A heart-rending scream rang out from the center of the Eden's deck. It was Abu Singh.
He, too, had awakened from the dream. The instant he woke, he clutched his severed arm, blood pouring from it, and howled, drawing the eyes of every member on deck. Disbelief filled their gazes.
It was the first time they had seen Abu Singh injured, and someone had actually cut off his arm.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Abu Singh took a lifesaving recovery potion from his spatial bag and drank it. Only then did his complexion improve a little.
He swept his gaze over them. Every member remained silent, pretending they had seen nothing as they continued their work.
About two hours later.
Abu Singh's severed arm had been reattached. Because the cut was clean and little time had passed, a potent recovery potion had managed to save it.
Whether there would be any lasting complications remained unknown.
"Lord Abu, how did you get injured? What exactly...?"
The same fat man from the dream existed in reality, too. He seemed to have become Abu Singh's confidant, so he cautiously asked.
"It was One-Eye.
"The Dream Demon playing me was nearly killed, which caught my attention, and then I happened to run into him.
"But don't worry. I already killed him. I just didn't expect him to have something up his sleeve."
Abu Singh replied.
"That's good, that's good!"
But at eleven that night.
One-Eye openly appeared in the World Chat Channel and laid bare all of Eden's misdeeds, dealing Abu Singh another resounding slap in the face.
"Why isn't he dead!!!"
Abu Singh slammed his palm down, smashing the table in front of him into splinters,