4. Three hours later, Buja emerged from the dungeon. Flash! With the burst of light, a familiar scene materialized around him. “Logout…” he murmured. It truly felt like logging out of a game. Crushing fatigue and surging pain washed over him. The ordeal had been incomparably more difficult than any game, but the sense of accomplishment was wonderfully, tangibly real. And so were the rewards. “How many are there?” he wondered, looking at the stack of unread notifications. He’d been too busy fleeing from the enraged wolf pack while trying to grab as much gold as possible to read any of them. The sight made him proud. He would save them, savor them slowly once he could rest.