"Boss, does your face not hurt anymore?"
Lincoln's eyes twitched, barely resisting the urge to skewer him with a sword.
Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he removed the cracked shell of his VR glasses, which were nearly smashed to scrap by a brick, and pressed down on his bleeding forehead. With a wipe, the wound and blood disappeared.
He then pressed on his left leg, which had been injured when the signboard fell.
The blood, dirt, and intense pain quickly vanished.
Only then did Lincoln breathe out a sigh of relief and finally straighten his posture.
He ignored the guy who had peppered his eyes right in front of him and waved his hand instead, causing the dead employees to revive and appear in front of him.
Fred remained silent in the crowd.