Shadow Slave

Everything having to do with Sleepers was situated in the same building. Sunny followed the instructions sent to his communicator and quickly found the dormitories, which were situated on one of the lowest levels. To his surprise, he actually got a whole room to himself.

It had a bed with a soft mattress, a table, a dresser, and even a separate bathroom! The materials were new and aesthetically pleasing, the air crisp and sterile. It was warm inside, and the outer wall was equipped with a hidden screen that seamlessly imitated a wide window, opening to a picturesque vista of a snowy park.

There were even several sets of clothes with the Academy emblem provided to him for free.

'How extravagant,' Sunny thought, a little stunned.

Rationally, he understood that such an arrangement was not really luxurious. However, to him, who grew up wandering the outskirts, this room was like a palace. He scratched his head.

'Looks like… I've made it?'

Sunny glanced around, then winked at his shadow and smiled.

"I guess we're moving up in the world, huh?"

The shadow didn't respond, apparently not very impressed. Perhaps it didn't care about such things.

'Right, what would a stupid shadow know?'

Sunny changed into new clothes and studied himself in the mirror. Then, remembering something, he summoned the runes.

He finally had time to study the Puppeteer's Shroud.

Memory: [Puppeteer's Shroud].

Memory Rank: Awakened.

Memory Type: Armor.

Memory Description: [A worm of doubt once found its way into a righteous king's heart. With time, the king was devoured from inside and became its puppet. A lifetime later, the Puppeteer Worm escaped from the king's dead body, leaving behind a cacoon of black silk. No one knows where it went; however, once people dared to approach the silent castle, they found the silk among the mountains of gnawed bones and fashioned it into an armor.]

a sour

is not that terrifying. Yeah. I'm not

to assume that Mountain King was a mature Puppeteer Worm — and

better not to think about

a set of armor. It was made of dark-gray, soft fabric with several elements, such as bracers

armor was light, understated and did not restrain his movements at all. It also made no sound when he moved. Perfect equipment for

that this armor would be tough to pierce for any Creature below the Awakened rank, which gave him a

of doubt… does it have enhanced protection against mental

he was sure

less from the Memory of a powerful

problem was that the Puppeteer's Shroud was obviously not meant to be worn on top of a full set of clothes. Quite satisfied, Sunny dismissed it and left his room, heading for

bad, not bad,' he thought, recalling all the rewards he had received during and

available to Sleepers, there wasn't even a limit to the amount each of them could eat! More than that,

Sunny thought, steering clear

plate, he found an empty seat and, for a while, forgot about the world's existence. As juicy, textured, perfectly seasoned meat filled

think, he could have lived like that for a

Spell… why didn't you infect me a few

Satiated and more than a little gorged, Sunny longingly looked back and thought about getting another serving. But it was already time for his appointment with the

of regret, he stood up and left

found himself in a small office, sitting across from an administrative worker. The worker was very friendly, and

like Master Jet had warned him, Sunny was offered psychological counseling again. Remembering her advice, he

the worker something. Luckily, the questions were worded in a way to put Sleepers at ease. As such, most of them started with nice and polite preambles like "would you like to tell me" or "if you're willing to share", which gave Sunny an

you mind telling me about the type of

did mind, but had to be

I haven't had time

alright. Are you able to directly deal damage with your

wasn't even

an impression that his Aspect was weak, harmless and most likely having something to

that, he returned to his room,

after the Nightmare would be weird, but in fact, it was surprisingly easy. Lying on a soft mattress, with his skin against clean bedsheets and a fluffy pillow under his head, he slept like