The King of Isolation

Alright, what now?

I can only move half of my body, you know?

It's not like I can move independently... My mind isn't split into two or anything.

In simple terms, it's like I'm taking a test with one hand and playing a hardcore game with the other.

On top of that, the fatigue that's been piling up still hasn't gone away.

There's no way I can focus on the other half.

So, class can wait. I need to focus on the dungeon where I might actually die.

Ah, man. Why am I playing a death game in real life?

What kind of punishment is this?

Alright then, let's get started with the dungeon.

Whoa... What the hell is this place? The hellish landscape and the kill-everyone traps... I don't need to see charred bones.

Someone clean this up... It's like this place is designed solely to keep people away. It's full of traps that make me want to turn around and leave.