Chapter 42: Preparation
“Ugh...”
As the throbbing headache surged through me and I opened my eyes, I was met with an all-too-familiar ceiling.
“...A dream?”
The painfully white ceiling I’d seen too many times before, and the stinging scent of antiseptic filling the air.
No doubt about it—this was a hospital room, the kind I’d spent most of my previous life confined in.
“Ugh... Haa...”
As soon as I realized that, my breathing began to quicken unconsciously.
Could it be that everything that had happened until now had just been a dream, and I was still the same immobile, bedridden person?
If that were really the case... it might just be better to die.
“You seem to be coming to.”
“Ah.”
“You collapsed right after escaping from the maze.”