CHAPTER 514: CHAPTER 252: RAPID SLEEP METHOD_4

It was already late at night, yet the call was answered immediately.

There wasn’t much substantial conversation; Ave just repeatedly confirmed their location and safety issues. Her tone sounded very agitated, even with a faint trace of sobbing, although she explained it as having eaten too many spicy chips at night, causing her throat discomfort.

The Empire is all well, and they don’t need to worry.

Ethan lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, with moonlight spilling into the room.

Late at night, a question surfaced in his mind.

If his judgment of this world is accurate, then Ave, Rowena, even the far shore—are they just generated data?

No, absolutely not.

At least in his memory before crossing over, predefined data and programs could never reach such a level. Everyone he encountered in Ximu Town had their real lives, whereas only Sincaro’s memory vault would more closely resemble the immature early works of technology, filled with many discordant gaps.

In corners unnoticed by "players," everything in this world steadily progresses, even if he is absent.

The Empire will continue; a series of new policies from the cabinet are actively and effectively progressing. Recently, Fang approached with remnants of the Lofic Consortium back to the Empire. The turbulence in the Abyss split the Consortium into several factions. Apart from those not receiving evacuation orders and seemingly perished in the fanatics of the collapsing plane, some joined to follow the guidance of a "god," heading south to seek a new haven.

These events occurred when they were absent.

This "game" continues to run normally, real enough that Ethan finds it difficult to merely measure everything he encounters as data.

Additionally, his sudden death was filled with mysterious overtones.

He still needs more information.

A line from McCarthy Delin’s notes serves as new guidance.

Seek answers in the Magical Network.

Ethan organized his thoughts, and the next "Main Mission" became very clear: he needs to rebuild the Magical Network.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lindong turned over, only to find Ethan still lying flat on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly, asking curiously.

"About the Magical Network."

"You said that haste makes waste."

Lindong cited a curious remark Ethan mentioned; she likes these concise expressions, as they carry a certain wisdom, both distant yet familiar.

Ethan chuckled, "Yeah, you’re right."

"What the teacher said is, of course, correct."

Lindong returned a smile, "Let me tell you another thing."

"Hmm?"

"Rowena seems to have fallen asleep."

"It’s getting late."

Too much had happened tonight, and both they and the academy professors need to digest it.

Soon the day will break.

"If you’re having trouble sleeping, I have a good idea." Lindong moved a bit closer, now that noisome people were inactive, "Whenever I couldn’t sleep before, I liked to hold onto a pillow, and in no time, I’d drift off."

She saw the fatigue in Ethan’s eyes and decided to share her fast-sleep technique.

Moreover, there was now an even better "pillow" placed in front of Ethan, softer and more fragrant than any pillow.

Lindong had absolute confidence in her fast-sleep technique, proven by her own practice, "Didn’t you say you need to visit the professors tomorrow? You must conserve your energy."

Ethan took Lindong’s advice, as it indeed helped greatly in falling asleep quickly. He highly recommended friends with the means to try it at home.

He closed his eyes, and soon his vision was enveloped in darkness.