Shadow Slave

At first glance, the interior of the Instructors Lounge seemed simple and cozy. Most of the furniture was made out of wood, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Bright sunlight streamed through the tall windows, which were open slightly to let in the chilly winter air.

However, his eyes widened slightly when Sunny realized that all the wood around him was natural, not synthetic.

'Extravagant! Wasteful!'

Noticing his expression, Master Jet smiled slightly.

"Let me guess, you have never seen that much real wood in one place?"

Sunny hesitated, then gave her a nod.

"Only in the Dream Realm…"

The young woman grinned, moved a chair back with her foot, and sat down at one of the tables.

"Where do you think all this came from?"

He looked around, seeing the Instructors Lounge of the Academy from a completely new perspective, then silently sat down, lost for words.

Master Jet summoned the menu, made a selection, then leaned back and tiredly rubbed her face.

"Believe it or not, the chair you're sitting on is made out of a dead titan."

Sunny stared at her, shocked. Suddenly, he had a strong impulse to jump out of the chair.

"...What?"

She chuckled and gestured around:

surrounded by a vast — and very hungry — forest. The whole thing was one giant Nightmare Creature. Clan Valor spent decades at war with it, losing many knights. In the end, the forest was

cautiously knocked on the wooden table. The

once been a part

arrived. Sunny half-expected for it to be delivered by an actual Echo, but luckily, it was brought

in front of him with wild eyes. There were fried potatoes, baked beans, juicy roasted meat, a salad made out of real vegetables, a

the most beautiful sight he

in real life. Suddenly, the position of a research assistant once promised to him

"Uh… please excuse me…"

on manners, Sunny assaulted his breakfast with the

with his belly on the verge to bursting open, he pushed away empty plates and leaned back with

'Ah… this is life!'

glanced at him with a dry

did I tell you? This is where

looked at the empty plates with regret and

after a year of eating almost nothing except for monster meat, I would have been satisfied even

the mention of the

two glasses of beautiful dark tea steamed in front of them, Master Jet sighed, then took out something from the inner pocket of her uniform. It was

the table, she

must be wondering why

box for a few seconds, and then answered in

honest, I am

nodded, then

formality, and a very beneficial one, at

hesitated, then did as she had told. The sensor buzzed for half a minute, and then a small

of flexible glass, a memory chip with the government seal etched on its surface, and

for a moment,

officially a citizen. Of the seventh