Evan's vision blurred, and the very next second, he found himself standing right outside his home in the closed world of the Dryads.
"Finally back..."
Without caring about anything else, he immediately slumped onto the ground, feeling extremely tired despite his absurdly high endurance.
From the moment Baphomet and Eldraker returned to the point where Elora completely lost control, not even ten full minutes had passed.
But to Evan, those few minutes had felt even longer than an entire month.
'I should have fu*king guessed it. Everything had been going too smoothly for me ever since I returned from Earth. My bad luck hadn't been triggered for quite some time, so I completely forgot that every time I go out, there is a very high possibility that my reduced luck will mess with me.'
