My morning was interminable.
I began to hate those gloves, I was not able to exploit the potential of my character well and the exp I earned was never enough. With those 5 hours a day of work, I was able to keep Destructor away from second place, but I could feel his breath on my neck.
If that weren't enough, I was bruised and my muscles ached from too much movement in those days, I was starting to evaluate the idea of training and doing as Oz said.
As always when Oz did not call me in front of him, I ate alone, in the most blissful tranquility of my mental bubble, in the cafeteria. I liked being alone. I have never been very sociable.
" Hey hi, can I sit with you? " said a girl.
I agreed and she started talking to me about what she was doing there and asking me things, of which I jus
