Chapter 66: Survive[GTG]
[Volume 4 begins here]
[Ryan’s POV]
It’s been a grueling week. Exams started seven days ago, a harrowing gauntlet of magical and mental exertion.
Not that I’ve done much ever since.
And the last time I saw the crazy pink haired bitch was probably six days ago. Since then, every fiber of my being has been on high alert, a sentinel guarding the hard-earned points I clawed my way to from goddamn motherfuckers. Fear has morphed into paranoia, turning this abandoned house into my self-imposed prison.
"Sigh,"
The things I do to survive.
Days have bled into an indistinguishable blur. And the blasted "food" I’ve been surviving on is a grim symphony of questionably-old fridge scraps and dubious, dust-coated snacks scattered around the place. Hey, beggars can’t be choosers, that’s the harsh reality of my situation.
Before this, I never entertained the idea of scavenging for food, probably cuz the prospect of food in a virtual world didn’t seem right to me. But as it seemed, that bastard instructor let no stone unturned in making his absolute hell.