Chapter 93: Secret Foodie
But just as Asher closed his eyes, ready to drift off again after sleeping for twenty two hours, a soft knock echoed from the door.
"Come in," he answered lazily, still sprawled in his relaxed position on the bed.
"Good morning, Young Master," Lyra greeted with a respectful bow, just as she had done every single day for the past six months.
"Morning," Asher replied casually.
"Young Master, is there anything wrong? Are you experiencing any complications?" Lyra asked, her tone holding a trace of concern, almost shaky.
’Is it because I slept almost a full day?’ Asher wondered to himself.
"I’m fine, Lyra. I was just getting some well-needed rest. After coming so close to death, it’s only fair that I start appreciating simple things like sleep," Asher replied with a faint smirk.
"You’ll get used to it soon," Lyra responded calmly.
’Getting used to almost dying,’ Asher echoed her words in his thoughts. But he wasn’t surprised. In this world, death came as frequently as sunrise. Emovirae rose daily, born from the unending tide of human emotion. At a certain point, people simply had to grow numb to it.
No species in this world adapted faster, or more ruthlessly, than humans.