On the Road to the Metal Tower

"Max, wake up, nephew!"

This love has become very common these days. I was waking up from my dream world with the bass-baritone voice of Sukrucuk.

"What happened, bro? Did we have a talent effect?"

I suddenly fainted; there had to be a reason for it. I jumped up and checked the status of the other party members except for Sukrucuk. I was a little relieved to see that they were still here with us, and at that exact moment, the words that would allow me to understand that everything was alright entirely entered my ears.

"No, you didn't sleep all night; you fell asleep after you ate the food. We said, 'Let him sleep for an hour so that he can regain himself a little bit.'

It's good, I swear; the dirty weight on me is gone. Of course, we have passed the seventh hour and entered the eighth hour. My eyes are swollen; some say intermittent sleep is good, but it's not for me. You will put your head on the pillow and sleep for at least eight hours without interruption, friend.