The clamor of the drunken revelry next door did not penetrate the peace of Eugene’s room. The soundproofing in this exorbitantly expensive hotel was remarkable, and Eugene had cast an additional spell to ensure an undisturbed slumber.

Was he missing out on the boisterous camaraderie? Nope, he was not bothered in the slightest. After all, he had shared his fill of drinks in the past life, and he knew there would be countless opportunities to do so in the future. Moreover, he was well aware that his presence wouldn’t do much to enhance the revelries. In fact, he didn’t know what kind of fate might have awaited him had he joined in the drinking.

He awoke in his plush bed, finding the hour to be about 4 AM.

He sensed a lingering presence outside his firmly shut door. He remained still and silent as he opened his eyes.

In the lavish suite of this high-end hotel in the capital of Aroth, Pentagon, who could be pacing outside his door at this ungodly hour?

Eugene suppressed a rising sigh and forced his eyes shut, pulling the duvet higher.

As if on cue, the door burst open, piercing through the barrier of his soundproofing spell. The raucous laughter of drunken fools shattered the tranquility of Eugene's predawn.

"Hameeael, are you asleep?"

"Hey, hey! You're not sleeping!"

Eugene pulled the blanket over his head pleadingly while maintaining silence. But the drunkards persisted relentlessly, their laughter laced...