Clyde stepped out of the portal. His feet hit the asphalt in the same place where he had just entered before.
He had no idea how long time actually passed in this world.
With Gremory's ability to temporarily stop time, the time shouldn't have passed too long.
When he just came out of the portal, then a notification about the successful quest appeared.
[ Reward: Rank C Dungeon Key. ]
[ Rewards sent to Inventory. ]
Gremory is maybe one of the parties who manipulated this Quest. But Clyde didn't mind too much because he also got something from her.
"Personal Requests, huh."
Clyde walked down the deserted and ruined streets.
His mind wandered thinking about the various possibilities that might happen tomorrow.
He had to find three types of Wendigo that had different distinctive colors.
The Request sounded quite difficult considering all the things that had happened.
But if he doesn't complete the Personal Requests, Clyde wouldn't be able to ask what he wanted to know about this apocalypse.
Just now Clyde was trying to hold himself back so as not to accidentally asked his question. Even though he felt that curiosity rose in his heart.
Or that question will only lead him to a disaster. Namely the debt he owed to that Demon.
Clyde didn't even ask how the apocalypse setting was manipulated in the future. Although it is a very important thing.
Once again the same reason was that he didn't want to be trapped by debt to Gremory.
Clyde glanced around. But there was nobody for him to see.
He can't help but thinks that maybe everyone is already dead. And only the people he had seen were still alive. Like his group members and that other group.
Clyde didn't know what to feel. To be honest, he didn't care much for them. Because he really couldn't do anything.
He was never someone who wanted to be a hero. So, saving people he didn't know was something he never thought about.
However, that feeling seems to have changed in the last two days. Clyde's feelings become contradictory to his self before the apocalypse.
He had no intention of saving others who were of no use to him.
But when he saw his group members, Clyde acted almost without thinking to fight alongside them.
He kept telling himself that he did it because he needed them to help him survive.
But, is that really the truth?
Clyde no longer knows what happened to him. He who has always been alone suddenly has to be faced with a situation when he has to cooperate with other people.
Clyde shook his head. "There's no use thinking about that."
He didn't even know why he suddenly thought about that now. He should have thought of a plan for tomorrow though.
So Clyde immediately removed that thought from his head. Thinking about it will only give unnecessary burdens.
'For now. As long as we both focus on survival, we will continue to work together.'
That's right. Clyde didn't need to think about whether there was a greater bond between himself and the rest of his group than the mutual desire to survive.
After all, there's still a chance that they'll betray him, right?
Night's getting late. Clyde walked towards the motel where he and the rest of the group were staying.
Once he got there, Clyde found that the motel was still empty. No other group members have returned yet.
'Are they still running Quests?'
Clyde walked back outside and stood at the lobby door. His eyes moved in all directions but he could only see chaos.
But it didn't take him long to wait because he saw the rest of the group already walking towards the motel from the dark end of the street.
They walked with tired movements. Sonya and Asqa are the ones who seem to be suffering the most from exhaustion.
But they were both still able to walk on their own despite their limp steps and slumped shoulders.
"You're back, Clyde," Rodney said.
Clyde answered with a nod. Then his eyes fixed on Asqa and Sonya who looked exhausted.
"Let's get in," Clyde said.
They went into the motel and rested. The Regressors told Clyde that they would immediately rest.
Clyde saw no reason to hinder them. So the four Regressors went to their respective rooms.
Sonya and Asqa had also gone into their room. Clyde watched them both from the doorway.
"What happened?" Clyde asked.
"We seem to be running out of Magic Power," Sonya answered in a tired voice.
"That could be dangerous," Clyde said.
"Yeah." Sonya made an answer that sounded a bit like a sigh.
While Asqa who was next to him had closed his eyes with a slightly open mouth.
Maybe she was too tired to even have a hard time maintaining consciousness for even a moment.
Clyde felt that this was not the right time to talk to them.
"I'll go now. Sorry to interrupt you," Clyde said and left without waiting for a response from Sonya.
He closed the door slowly and walked towards his room.
There must be bad consequences when they run out of their Magic Power. Unfortunately, Clyde didn't know what it was.
He took off the Dark Night Coat and placed the Elderglass Sword next to where he lay.
Clyde stared up at the ceiling of his room. There were still many things he didn't know.
The Celestials, World Masters, and what would happen after the sixth day after they managed to survive.
All of that is still a mystery that makes Clyde feel a disturbing feeling of uneasiness and anxiety.
Clyde took a deep breath and exhaled it. Hopefully, that way he can calm down.
Because tomorrow, he would still have to face something troublesome. He has to kill 3 Wendigos of three different colors.
That Personal Request sounds weird in this situation. But Clyde had a hunch that a Wendigo with a different color would be stronger than a normal Wendigo.
Moreover, when someone messes up the setting of this apocalypse.