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\'\'Eh?\'\'

Thud!

He fell down to his knees, and his vision became from bad to worse.

\'\'…\'\' Simo halted his steps and saw Isaac rubbing his eyes.

\'\'W-What is happening?\'\' Isaac looked around him but couldn\'t see anything. His vision was utterly dark.

Simo glanced at Isaac\'s legs, which were slowly turning into golden pixels.

\'\'You are being teleported away.\'\' He said.

\'\'Eh, why?\'\' Isaac asked. His eyes turned from gray to gold.

\'\'Your body can\'t handle God Realm\'s air. This is for your own good.\'\' Simo circled around Isaac and noticed the golden particles spreading, \'\'With this way, you won\'t become injured.\'\'

\'\'Ah…\'\' Isaac stopped struggling and let the golden particles wrap around him.

Simo firmly patted his shoulder and said, \'\'Remember what I said.\'\'

Isaac nodded and glowed in radiant gold before disappearing from the Garden.

…

Creak!

Thump!

\'\'Ah!\'\' Isaac\'s body crashed onto a soft mattress, \'\'I am back…\'\'

The familiar ceiling, gas lamp, and air made him confident of his current location. He slowly stood up and saw his rented room.

\'\'Ah right… Why didn\'t I spawn in my bed before?\'\' Isaac wondered. Several times when he logged back in, he wasn\'t spawned right on the bed but instead at different locations of the house.

\'\'Maybe the house is my spawn spot?\'\' Isaac shrugged and thought it made sense. He opened his Interface and tapped on the [Log Out]

His body morphed into light blue pixels.

The room shone in brilliant colors. However, soon the light disappeared.

…

\'\'Yawn…\'\' A long yawn escaped a white-haired youth\'s mouth. Isaac slowly peeked through his heavy eyelids and saw the visor obscuring his vision.

He took off the headgear and placed it back on the box. He went to the wardrobe, hid it under piles of clothes, and returned to his bed.

He couldn\'t bother to go back to forums or anywhere else.

His eyelids became heavier with each passing second.

Thump!

His body collapsed on the bed, and shortly afterward, Isaac drifted into a deep slumber.

…

Sunday Morning.

Isaac\'s eyes groggily opened. The shimmer of light caused his eyes to squint.

\'\'Stupid light…\'\' He covered his face with a pillow, and after rolling in the bed for half an hour, he summoned enough energy to stand up.

He went to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed his teeth, and put new pair of clothes on.

Isaac strode out of his room and went directly to the living room.

In the living room, Sebastian was cleansing the shelves with a tufted brush. He heard the approaching footsteps ringing behind him.

\'\'Young master?\'\' He already knew whose footsteps they were. He had been a butler for Madison and Malcolm for a long time and knew precisely what their footsteps sounded like.

\'\'Sebastian.\'\' Isaac sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

He switched channels and stopped once a cooking show became visible.

Sebastian glanced at the screen and remembered one thing.

He stopped his body midway and asked, \'\'Would you like to visit Layer of Feasting?\'\'

Isaac\'s eyes sparkled, \'\'Yes!\'\'

Sebastian finished cleaning and said, \'\'I will inform Master and Mistress.\'\'

\'\'Are they still asleep?\'\' Isaac asked and saw Sebastian nodding.

He hopped to his two feet and said, \'\'No need to wake them up.\'\'

Isaac grabbed a paper from the nearby shelf and acquired a pencil from a sideboard.

The pencil danced on the paper as more words appeared. Once Isaac was finished writing, he placed the paper on the table and the pencil right next to it.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow and saw Isaac showing an OK signal, \'\'Let\'s go!\'\'

\'\'Eh… I think we should inform them.\'\' Sebastian followed after Isaac, who had no intention of doing so.

\'\'Nah.\'\' Isaac slipped his feet into the shoes and stormed out of the mansion.

Sebastian pulled a napkin from his front pocket and wiped the beads of sweat. He glanced upstairs and gulped, \'\'I will be in trouble… Oh, fuck it.\'\'

He left through the front door and closed it after him.

Isaac already waited next to Sebastian\'s car. He was wearing only winter shoes and a jacket.

The Brightstar was much warmer than Snowstar. Many could be seen wearing nothing but t-shirts and sweatpants in the streets.

However, the snow was still not melting. The weather in Brightstar had always been a mystery.

Sebastian took out the keys and pressed the button.

Clank!

The doors opened, allowing Isaac to enter the car alongside Sebastian.

The car soon left through the gates.

Soon after they left, one of the windows in the mansion opened.

Madison was still wearing her nightdress as she looked around the yard. She noticed tire marks leaving the yard.

\'\'Mmmh, Sebastian left to somewhere?\'\' She massaged her forehead and wondered where their butler had left to.

\'\'Mmh?\'\' Malcolm groggily opened his eyes. He sat up and moved the blanket out of the way.

His legs dangled over the edge of the bed as he waited for his vision to become clearer.

Soon after, he noticed his wife, Madison, standing in front of a wide-open window. Her nightdress fluttering.

\'\'What are you doing?\'\' Malcolm slowly stood up, while moving his stiff muscles around.

His aging body wasn\'t young anymore.

\'\'Sebastian left somewhere.\'\' Madison said and closed the window, \'\'I will call him soon.\'\'

Malcolm nodded and rubbed his eyes. Soon, he opened his eyes and went to do his morning routines.

After they were done with their usual routine, they went downstairs and noticed that their grandson was nowhere to be seen.

\'\'Isaac?\'\' Madison raised her tone. However, she didn\'t receive a reply.

\'\'Must be still sleeping,\'\' Malcolm said and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

Madison nodded thoughtfully. She went to the living room and saw the ledges had been cleansed.

However, when she was about to turn around, she managed to see a glimpse of a scrap of paper.

She grabbed the paper and read it aloud, \'\'I will be going on Layer of Feasting with Sebastian, Cya!\'\'

The piece of paper slipped from her hand.

She covered her face and sank down on the couch, \'\'He is just like Maxwell… Troublemaker.\'\'