Chapter-127

As the sun cast its first golden rays across the desert landscape, signaling the arrival of a new day, Sin lay in the quiet embrace of a deep and restful slumber. It was a sleep unburdened by the trials and tribulations of the previous day, a respite from the relentless challenges of exploring the enigmatic vortexes that had become his domain.

For Sin, the night had brought with it a welcome respite, a chance to recharge both body and spirit after the fierce battle with the colossal mummy that had guarded the depths of the pyramid. It had been an encounter that had tested his mettle and resolve, and the weight of that battle had settled upon him like a heavy mantle.

Yet, as he lay in the quiet solitude of his room within the Abraham mansion, Sin felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. It had been a long time since he had slept so soundly, undisturbed by the restless thoughts and uncertainties that often plagued him during his nocturnal hours. It was a sleep that embraced him like a gentle embrace, a gift from the desert night.

As he slowly stirred from his dreams, Sin couldn't help but reflect on the profound sense of calm that had enveloped him during the night. It was a calm that had allowed him to cast aside the weight of his burdens, if only for a few precious hours. He felt rejuvenated, as if the sands of the desert had carried away the fatigue and weariness that had clung to him like a shroud.

In the recesses of his memory, Sin recalled a haunting melody that had accompanied him into slumber. It was a melody that had woven itself into the very fabric of his dreams, a soothing and ethereal lullaby that had cradled him in its embrace. He remembered the delicate notes of a flute, played with a haunting beauty that had transcended the ordinary.

It was this music, this enigmatic serenade, that Sin attributed to the quality of his sleep. The haunting refrain of the flute had resonated in the depths of his consciousness, carrying with it a sense of tranquility and solace. It was as if the music had the power to lull the restless spirit of an explorer into a state of calm repose.

As he lay in his room, Sin couldn't help but wonder about the source of this haunting melody. He knew that the Abraham mansion held many secrets, and its halls were steeped in history and mystery. The idea that someone within the mansion had serenaded him with this ethereal music piqued his curiosity and filled him with a sense of intrigue.

As the soft tendrils of sleep began to loosen their grip on Sin's consciousness, he found himself drifting in the tranquil sea of dreams. It had indeed been a night of profound rest, a rarity in the tumultuous world of an explorer. The sense of peace and contentment lingered, a testament to the lullaby-like music that had cradled him into slumber.

But just as the tendrils of sleep began to fade, an insistent knocking on his door shattered the fragile tranquility of his dreams. The intrusion into his peaceful reverie was a stark reminder of the unpredictable nature of his life as an explorer, where moments of respite could be abruptly interrupted by the call of adventure or the demands of the unknown.

With a reluctant sigh, Sin emerged from the cocoon of his blankets, the remnants of sleep still clinging to his senses. He knew he couldn't afford to linger in the realm of dreams for long. The enigmatic vortexes that beckoned him held no regard for the comforts of slumber.

As he approached the door, curiosity mingled with the remnants of sleepiness. He couldn't help but wonder who had come to seek him out at this early hour, and what pressing matter had prompted the intrusion. With a resigned yet inquisitive spirit, he turned the handle and pulled the door open.

The sight that greeted him was unexpected—a concerned and somber expression graced the features of Niu, The gitl who participated with him on the league 4 stages of the Spirit God Tournament. Her presence added a layer of urgency to the situation, and Sin couldn't help but brace himself for whatever news she might bring.

Niu wasted no time in delivering her message. Her voice was measured, yet it carried an undertone of gravity that couldn't be ignored. She informed Sin that Fatty Jack had come seeking his presence. However, it was the additional detail she provided that struck Sin with a sense of unease—Fatty Jack was in tears, his emotions in turmoil for reasons unknown.

Sin couldn't deny the rising tide of annoyance that welled within him at the prospect of his precious moments of rest being disrupted. Suppressing his irritation, Sin nodded in acknowledgment of Niu's message.

With a tinge of annoyance lingering from the abrupt interruption of his peaceful slumber, Sin quickly changed into fresh clothes. The desert sands that clung to his attire were replaced with a clean and presentable ensemble more suitable for dealing with unexpected guests and potential dramas within the Abraham mansion.

As he adjusted his clothing, Sin's thoughts couldn't help but dwell on the peculiar individual who had prompted this early morning summons—Fatty Jack. The name itself conjured an image of a larger-than-life character, one whose presence was as unforgettable as he was the most unfit man in the world Sin had ever seen. And, as the words "Drama Queen with a big fat body" echoed in his mind, Sin couldn't suppress a wry smile.

Fatty Jack was known for his penchant for melodrama, a flair for the theatrical that often left those around him both bemused and entertained.  Yet, despite his propensity for dramatics, Fatty Jack was also known to be a figure of goodwill, his heart often in the right place even if his actions sometimes bordered on the eccentric. It was this duality that made him both endearing and exasperating, a puzzle that the mansion's residents had grown accustomed to.

As Sin made his way toward the guest room where Fatty Jack awaited, his thoughts turned to the possible reasons for this unexpected rendezvous. He couldn't help but wonder whether Fatty Jack's tears and turmoil were genuine expressions of distress or part of some elaborate performance. Sin was not one to easily dismiss the possibility of mischief, and he swore to himself that if this summons turned out to be for nefarious purposes, he would not hesitate to confront Fatty Jack with all the strength. He will beat the hell out of him like a boxing sand bag.

With a steady hand, Sin reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing the interior of the guest room and the enigmatic figure within. Fatty Jack's tear-stained face was a tableau of raw emotion, a sight that gave Sin pause and tempered his initial irritation.