Tracing The Source, The Search For Chameleon

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"Oh, my sleep was pretty satisfying. The weather in the early days of the wasteland was really good!"

The morning sun shone through the cracks in the wooden house, illuminating the walls and floor.

He inhaled the sweet scent of the morning air, which was full of oxygen, before stretching and sitting up in bed. He habitually opened the system panel.

For the first time since arriving at the wasteland, the eight o'clock timer did not herald the announcement of the system's daily reminder.

This was bad news, but also good news.

"It seems that the system's timeline follows that of the main world, and the time he spent in the ruins of time would not be counted."

Rubbing the blue-gray stubble that had been growing on his chin, Su Mo nodded slowly.

The time spent in the ruins could not be used to obtain survival points.