His eyes, which were glaring at her again, looked somewhat tired.
I thought for a moment, then grabbed a pillow from behind me and threw it at him: "You haven't been sleeping all this time, have you?"
"...I don't need it." The sword demon replied stiffly, catching the pillow with his hand. "What I want more than a short hibernation is a long rest."
A large part of the reason for the strong self-destructive tendency is that I didn't sleep well. I understand, I understand.
Whenever I stay up all night playing games for more than two days, I experience a host of negative feelings, such as dizziness, weakness in my limbs, mental exhaustion, and irritability, as if I've been hit with a barrage of debuffs. Even the sounds of silly, comforting characters become incredibly piercing and sharp at that moment, making me wish I could shut down my ears or just punch the world to pieces.
Of course, all the adverse reactions will disappear on their own after you get enough sleep.
As for other reasons, well... I think it might also be related to the fact that this guy's character was set up after experiencing so much hell.
The solution is equally simple: just get a good night's sleep. And ideally, it should be deep sleep, the kind without dreams.
Do it as soon as you think of it.
Amidst the Sword Demon's confused and suspicious gaze, I drew out a tiny wisp of magic and flicked the earring hanging below my left ear. A crisp sound emanated from the thin tube, and translucent water ripples spread across the area, instantly halting the Sword Demon's tense muscles as it prepared to draw its sword.
"Ah, please rest assured, this is not a harmful technique; it's just to help you calm your mind. Please do not resist."
As I spoke, I snapped my thumb and middle finger together, following what I had learned in the first few lessons.
The magic and spells that were instantly activated caused the air to make a loud bubbling sound.
The sword demon's sharp gaze softened instantly, and his right hand, reaching for the hilt, and his feet, which had been trying to move forward, both showed signs of wavering. After several attempts, he finally closed his weary eyelids and fell straight onto the row of soft cushions I had kicked out, emitting a steady and loud snore.
"You have terrible sleeping posture."
I shook my head, not even thinking of touching it. After confirming there were no other problems, I turned and left.
The sleep spell will keep him in a deep sleep until he's fully rested. And judging from my intuition, at least for this period of time, I don't need to worry about this madman causing me any trouble.
I looked towards the nearby window.
The sky outside the library seemed to have darkened, with deep green shadows swaying in the distance, like silent hunters crouching and waiting for their prey.
The dark purple sky was gloomy and low-hanging, without a single bright star shining, yet in the distance, one could see columns of gray-black smoke, occasionally flashing bright orange-red, illuminating half of the sky.
Only inside the library do the lights, symbols of human civilization, still shine.
The other survivors who were active nearby seemed to have moved to different locations while I was dormant. I followed my expanding senses toward the room with the most people near the hall. Before I even reached the door, I saw the door not far away click open, revealing a small face full of surprise.
"Oh my, it really is Brother Uriel! My feeling was right!"
Sheng excitedly pulled me into the house, chattering away: "I was worried that everyone would disturb your rest, so I asked everyone to move here. I also thought that this place would be our base for a long time, so we made some preparations using the existing resources. Now it's almost ready! Come and see!"
Without resistance, I followed his directions and went inside.
Most of the bookshelves were pushed to the corner of the wall. Inside the room, which was almost the same size as the outside hall, the survivors who had been transferred here together were scattered in small groups, sharing food and medical supplies and occasionally exchanging whispers.
It felt like a replica of the situation underground back then, except that compared to the guarded and distant atmosphere then, the people here seemed much closer, and you could even see genuine joy on the faces of some of the young children.
It can be assumed that their previous cooperation in battle deepened their understanding and trust in each other, which led to the current situation.
However, there is one thing that I find a little strange.
"Aren't there any wounded? Or those who couldn't withstand the fighting and cowered in fear?"
I asked Sheng, who was walking beside me, a question.
He nodded to each of the people who were looking at him, and then pulled me to a secluded corner before explaining.
“Those things you mentioned have all happened.”
Sheng’s first sentence was a bit hard for me to understand. What does “all of them have appeared” mean?
But I didn't interrupt him and waited for his explanation: "No, rather, in the current situation, it's normal to have a lot of injuries and people who are mentally broken because they can't accept reality. Fortunately, we're not just any ordinary small group, because we now have Spirit Masters."
I saw him pat his flat chest smugly and raise an eyebrow: "You still haven't explained to me what kind of profession this is."
"It's very simple. The most basic abilities are healing nearby life forms and releasing vines that can move at will."
As he spoke, Sheng demonstrated, first a ball of warm energy shimmering with a faint green light appeared in his raised palm, and then quickly transformed into a vine that stretched and twisted.
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