Shadow Slave

Everything having to do with Sleepers was situated in the same building. Sunny followed the instructions sent to his communicator and quickly found the dormitories, which were situated on one of the lowest levels. To his surprise, he actually got a whole room to himself.

It had a bed with a soft mattress, a table, a dresser, and even a separate bathroom! The materials were new and aesthetically pleasing, the air crisp and sterile. It was warm inside, and the outer wall was equipped with a hidden screen that seamlessly imitated a wide window, opening to a picturesque vista of a snowy park.

There were even several sets of clothes with the Academy emblem provided to him for free.

‘How extravagant,’ Sunny thought, a little stunned.

Rationally, he understood that such an arrangement was not really luxurious. However, to him, who grew up wandering the outskirts, this room was like a palace. He scratched his head.

‘Looks like… I’ve made it?’

Sunny glanced around, then winked at his shadow and smiled.

“I guess we’re moving up in the world, huh?”

The shadow didn’t respond, apparently not very impressed. Perhaps it didn’t care about such things.

‘Right, what would a stupid shadow know?’

Sunny changed into new clothes and studied himself in the mirror. Then, remembering something, he summoned the runes.

He finally had time to study the Puppeteer’s Shroud.

Memory: [Puppeteer’s Shroud].

Memory Rank: Awakened.

Memory Type: Armor.

Memory Description: [A worm of doubt once found its way into a righteous king’s heart. With time, the king was devoured from inside and became its puppet. A lifetime later, the Puppeteer Worm escaped from the king’s dead body, leaving behind a cacoon of black silk. No one knows where it went; however, once people dared to approach the silent castle, they found the silk among the mountains of gnawed bones and fashioned it into an armor.]

a sour

terrifying. Yeah.

If he were to assume that Mountain King was a mature Puppeteer Worm — and already a tyrant… then what the hell

not to think

set of armor. It was made of dark-gray, soft fabric with several elements, such as bracers and shoulder guards, fashioned out of black, lusterless

made no sound when he moved. Perfect

him a great advantage in dealing with all dormant monsters. He also felt a sort of strange, faint calmness while

it have

he was sure of

trophy! He wouldn’t expect anything less from the Memory of a

meant to be worn on top of a full set of clothes. Quite satisfied, Sunny dismissed it and left his room, heading for

rewards he had received during and after the

as the dormitory. Sunny’s wish to taste real meat finally came true: not only was it freely available to Sleepers, there wasn’t even a limit to the amount each of them

Sunny thought, steering clear of the

he found an empty seat and, for a while, forgot about the world’s existence. As juicy, textured, perfectly seasoned meat filled his mouth,

to think, he could have lived like that for

Spell… why didn’t you infect me

no time. Satiated and more than a little gorged, Sunny longingly looked back and thought about getting another serving. But it was already

of regret, he stood up

an administrative worker. The worker was very

Master Jet had warned him, Sunny was offered psychological counseling again. Remembering her advice, he refused, and the interview smoothly switched to

he had to tell the worker something. Luckily, the questions were worded in a way to put Sleepers at ease. As

of Aspect Ability you received, as in combat,

mind, but had to

haven’t had time

you able to directly deal damage

Earlier, I wasn’t even able to harm a

just enough information to create an

his room,