Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Nostalgia Candy restores me to my prime condition.

In other words, that version of me is still me. It doesn't make me smarter or stronger than I actually am.

Relying too much on the state it provides and letting my guard down is dangerous.

I knew that.

"...!"

I clenched my teeth as agony erupted from my right arm—or rather, the empty space where my right arm used to be.

I had missed the timing to take another dose.

God damn it.

'I got careless.'

With our safe zone about to disappear in less than an hour, and the sudden breakthrough that allowed us to reopen the supermarket, I had gotten distracted.

And the price was excruciating pain.

The arm I had cauterized to stop the bleeding— Every single word used to describe that process now stabbed into me as raw, searing agony.