Angry villagers

Ansel woke up with a start, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light. He rubbed the fatigue from his eyes and gently looked around.

He soon became restless, realizing that he couldn't do the things he used to do in their real world.

There was no way he could invent new pills or help patients.

Ansel's eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth curved upward as Thora's rare smile flashed in his mind.

A hint of mischief sparkled in Ansel's eyes, and a sly smirk spread across his face at the thought of Little sister, Hira.

Those memories ignited a fire within him. Ansel balled his fist, determination showing on his face.

They couldn't continue to live in a place like this.

They should have spent around seven minutes in the real world, but time seemed to slow in this place, making it feel like they'd spent almost a week.

Ansel wondered what the MPK members and the special task force members were doing.

He had not gotten any signal from his wrist band.

Even if they had sent a signal to h

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