When I woke up in the morning, I found myself lying in my bed at ho.
It seed like I had been moved here while still half-asleep.
"Ugh..."
My head felt fuzzy and throbbed slightly.
Knock, knock—a sound at the door.
Of course, it was Chris.
"Co in…"
I gave Chris permission to enter in a groggy voice.
She walked in with a tray, sighing heavily.
"Sigh, are you alright? What made you drink so much yesterday?"
"Drink...?"
Chris sat on the edge of my bed with a playful smile, gently patting my head.
"Don’t you rember anything from last night?"
"Hmm…"
I rembered searching for a drink in the hall and finding a sweet juice, which I drank a bit of.
But after that, my mory was blank.
"I drank sothing like juice… After that, I don’t rember anything."
"Heh, it was quite the scene, let tell you."
Chris just chuckled, clearly amused, which made feel a bit uneasy.
"Did I do sothing rude yesterday? I’m sorry."
"Oh, no! It wasn’t rude at all!"
Chris waved her hand in denial and then covered her face with her hands, turning slightly red.
What’s up with her?
"I enjoyed it."
"......?"
Chris said this shyly, like a bashful girl, before quickly turning her head and clearing her throat.
"Ahem! Anyway, no more alcohol from now on! Well, not completely banned… But only when I allow it, and only in front of !"
"Okay."
I didn’t know all the details, but it seed like what I thought was juice last night was actually alcohol.
In other words, I had gotten drunk.
It didn’t feel like I drank that much, but apparently, this body gets drunk easily.
Chris helped sit up by sliding her hand behind my back.
"There, your head hurts, right? I made a breakfast that should help with the hangover."
"Ooh."
It was rice with a few side dishes and a clear soup made with bean sprouts and beef.
I tilted my head, puzzled.
"Isn’t hangover soup usually supposed to be spicy?"
"Well, that’s a misconception. It’s actually better to have clear soup for a hangover."
Chris smiled mischievously as she scooped up so soup and brought it to my lips.
"Ah~"
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Today was Sunday, but Chris had to go into work, even on the weekend.
Other people were probably resting, but Chris often had busy weekends.
"Take care of yourself, and don’t overdo it."
"Okay. Have a good day at work."
I peeked my head out from under the blanket and waved goodbye to Chris.
She looked at with a slightly regretful expression before leaving the room.
Now I was alone.
I rolled around in bed for a while before reaching for my smartphone.
After fiddling with it for a few minutes, I sighed and sat up.
"Sigh."
Lately, I couldn’t seem to stay still.
I’ve been eating well and resting, so I had more energy than I knew what to do with.
Although I felt a bit sluggish from the hangover, it wasn’t enough to keep from being active.
Bzzzt.
I wandered out to the living room and turned on the holographic TV installed on the wall.
"Hmm…"
I wasn’t particularly fond of this era’s entertainnt shows. The humor didn’t really click with .
Ani? I vaguely rember watching sothing like that before.
I flipped through the channels until I stopped on one.
"Oh, baseball."
A baseball ga was playing on the sports channel.
It wasn’t the right ti in the morning for a live ga, so it was probably a rerun.
These days, virtual reality sports were all the rage, but even in this era, professional baseball leagues still existed in the real world.
I used to support a team in my previous life.
Which one was it? So kind of Eagles?
I wish I could find sothing in this world that piqued my interest.
Maybe I could go out with Chris, visit different places, or even watch live sports together.
Lost in thought, I stared at the baseball ga for a while before eventually returning to my room.
"Ugh."
I lay back down in the capsule.
No matter what, I still preferred the continent of Astria.
---
After finishing a refreshing round of daily quests, I opened my ssenger window.
"Is everyone… taking a break today?"
I clicked my tongue in disappointnt.
I wanted to run so buses, but most of the guild mbers were offline.
"Oh."
As I searched for soone to join on a bus run, I smiled brightly.
Thankfully, two of my female guildmates, Dalboreum and Redhotchicken, were online.
I called them over.
---
Today’s Ice Palace bus run would be with them.
The team composition was solid: swordsman Rain in the front, spirit summoner Dalboreum, and mage Redhotchicken in the rear. It was an excellent trio for running buses.
Spirit summoners had great utility. Dalboreum could summon the Earth Spirit, ‘Gno,’ for tanking, or the Water Spirit, ‘Undine,’ to restrict movent or apply status effects to bosses.
In three-person buses, spirit summoners were often favored due to their versatile roles. However, our elite Hongbaek Guild mbers could handle things even without a spirit summoner.
Boom!
Dalboreum sent Gno forward, while Redhotchicken bombarded the enemies with her Salamander’s fla spells. Her magical firepower was impressive.
It’s true—facing the sa boss over and over really improves your damage output.
At first, I pulled ahead with my adaptability, but as the others beca more experienced, they began to catch up with .
I glanced at the battle happening across the cliff before speeding up my own damage output against the spearn I was fighting.
Bam, bam!
Starlight slashed around , rapidly depleting the spearman’s HP.
Even at this pace, they’d be able to keep up.
It’s always a pleasure to see other players improve.
Especially when they’re our guild mbers.
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Today’s bus custor was a quiet, dignified middle-aged fighter. He coolly requested a ten-round run.
At first, Dalboreum and Redhotchicken chatted with him, but after sensing his reserved nature, they moved over to chat with instead.
I told Dalboreum and Redhotchicken to speak comfortably with . After all, I was younger than them, both in appearance and on paper.
"They all drank heavily until dawn! I doubt Hopkins-nim and Sseopseobi-nim will even log in today."
"Hehe, arguing about who could drink more in such a fancy hotel hall… I was so embarrassed. But… Rain, are you alright?"
Dalboreum, who had been laughing about the guild, suddenly asked cautiously.
I tilted my head, recalling how Seulbi’s body had been drunk last night.
"Yes, I had a slight headache this morning, but I’m fine now."
"Ahem, that’s a relief."
Dalboreum suddenly blushed and cleared her throat. Redhotchicken had a similar reaction, avoiding my gaze.
They had been chatting so energetically, but now they both blushed at the sa ti.
I started to feel a bit uneasy.
Did Seulbi, drunk, make so terrible mistake with the older sisters yesterday?
"Did I… do sothing wrong yesterday?"
"Oh, no! You didn’t do anything wrong! It was… wonderful… I an, it was really soft… I an, uh!"
"You idiot!"
Dalboreum poked Redhotchicken in the side, making her stamr even more. Then, as if sothing suddenly ca to her, Dalboreum clapped her hands.
"By the way, you said you don’t rember much from yesterday, right? Do you rember anything after going up to the hotel room with the Guildmaster?"
"Huh?"
Yesterday? After going up to the hotel room?
Dalboreum and Redhotchicken’s faces turned even redder as they clasped their hands together, seemingly lost in thought.
"Rain is an adult, so she must know everything, right? Ugh… But the Guildmaster is such a perfect woman…"
"Still, no way she would take advantage of a drunk girl…"
I shook my head.
"We just slept. I’m sure of that."
For so reason, I felt a strong need to say this to protect Chris’s reputation.
Dalboreum and Redhotchicken clicked their tongues in disappointnt.
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Apparently, out of all the guild mbers, I was the only one who actually got proper sleep last night.
Dalboreum and Redhotchicken were just as tired. By the afternoon, they both logged off, complaining of exhaustion.
After seeing them off, I began planning my next exploration.
"I need to level up a bit more."
It was still early in the Ice Palace farming phase. The bus fees were quite high right now.
But I had to make the most of the ti when no one was around to run buses with .
I could earn money through solo buses, but I’m a younger sibling who listens well to her older sister. As Chris often reminded , I needed to be cautious when I didn’t have guild mbers to accompany .
Three custors, just . Handling overly enthusiastic players who were obsessed with my appearance was tough. I couldn’t call a GM every ti.
The temperature in this area had risen slightly.
After defeating the master of the Frozen Ice Palace, the cold air that used to radiate from it had disappeared.
Most players wouldn’t notice, but I,
who was sensitive to temperature changes, was the only one aware of this.
This area would soon return to the climate appropriate for its latitude.
The snow might not completely lt, but at least it would beco livable again.
One thing I learned while exploring this area was that around a hundred years ago, there used to be many villages here.
I found ruins of several villages that showed signs of forr inhabitants.
But now, the only village left standing in this area was the village of 'Valros.' They were the only ones who hadn’t abandoned their ho despite the harsh conditions.
The source of the cold wasn’t just the Frozen Ice Palace.
The entire snowfield area was filled with a cold energy—more like a demonic aura taking the form of coldness.
How many more elite dungeons would I need to clear to completely erase this demonic aura?
And would I find traces of my comrades here as well?
Crunch, crunch.
Leaving small footprints in the snow, I headed toward the second stage of my adventure on the 'Frozen Lands.'
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