Unholy Player-Chapter 59: Dramatic Exit

The last light of dusk slipped through the gap, illuminating Vesha’s face first. She was smiling, relieved, even peaceful.

"Welcome back," she said gently, her voice carrying into the quiet shelter.

But the moment she saw him clearly, her smile faltered. Her eyes widened, and the breath caught in her throat.

Adyr stood before them, calm and silent. His hair, tousled by the wind, was streaked with dust and dried blood. Behind him, the massive corpse of a wolf lay motionless.

"Is that...?" The old woman stepped forward, moving past the others. She was old and wise and didn’t need an answer. She knew exactly what it was.

An alpha.

She stared at the corpse in silence. For a brief moment, the pressure in her chest eased. If the alpha was dead, then perhaps everything was finally over.

But her relief was short-lived. Her eyes shifted to something else. Something that should have been there but wasn’t.

Then came Vesha’s voice, sharp and full of alarm.

"Your arm!"

She rushed forward, panic rising in her expression, stopping only when she reached him.

"It’s fine," Adyr said, offering a tired smile. His teeth were still stained with blood. "That was the last one."

He drew in a shallow breath. "Hold me... I need to sleep."

Before Vesha could say anything, his legs gave out and he collapsed into her arms.

—

Adyr’s senses returned as he slowly came to inside the gaming pod.

He had spent more time in the game than he intended, especially while gathering his weapons. It was almost dinnertime, so he chose to log out quickly. Still, he couldn’t resist adding a bit of drama to his exit.

He hadn’t expected much from the scene he left behind, but the idea amused him.

The hero, after saving an entire village, collapses into the arms of a beautiful woman. Adyr chuckled at the thought. It was ridiculous—but entertaining.

The same faces greeted him: the doctor and the nurse, both wearing expectant expressions. But this time, Adyr had nothing to offer. He let their disappointment hang in the air and quietly returned to his room.

As he changed into his regular clothes, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Since the evolution, his muscles looked more defined, and according to the doctors’ measurements, he had grown two centimeters taller.

That was an interesting improvement. If evolution could increase his height, maybe for the first time in his life, he could actually be considered tall.

His arm appeared completely fine, unlike the state of his avatar in the other world, and there wasn’t a single scar on his body. It was almost absurd, as if the near-death battle he had just gone through had been nothing more than a bad joke.

Checking the time, he realized he didn’t have much left. He needed to get back before Niva started to worry. Moving quickly, he opened his computer.

From the 120 merits he had, he spent 50 on a slightly sturdier shield than his previous one. He also picked up some wire, a few grenades, and a couple of flashbombs and restocked his throwing knives to replace the gear he had lost in the forest. Once his inventory was fully replenished, he shut the computer, requested a driver from reception, and headed home.

—

"I’ve decided to choose military engineering as my major," Niva said suddenly as she ate. Her blue eyes looked calm, but beneath the surface, there was a quiet determination.

Adyr paused mid-bite and raised an eyebrow. "Really? You were planning to be a nurse. You can even be a doctor after we get status, you know, right? "

The shift surprised him. He wasn’t going to talk her out of it; whatever she chose, he’d support her—but he was curious about what had changed her mind.

"I wanted to be a doctor because of Mom," she said. "I thought I could help children, like she did. But now... I want to help you."

Adyr blinked. "Help me?"

Niva nodded, her gaze steady. "I want to build real gear. Weapons, armor, maybe even drones. Stuff you can actually use over there."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Adyr’s mouth. He hadn’t expected their conversation yesterday to stay with her, let alone affect her this much.

He had mentioned how primitive everything was in that world. No technology, no tools worth using. He’d joked about the lack of proper clothes, about how most of the weapons were either too bulky or too dull to be useful. Just idle talk to keep the conversation going—but clearly, she’d taken it seriously.

"If that’s what you want," he said, picking up another bite. "Honestly, it might be the smartest choice. I had to fight a few wolves today, and I nearly messed it up just because my gear wasn’t good enough."

He let out a dry chuckle.

Niva went quiet for a moment, then asked softly, "Did it hurt?"

She already knew the pain felt real in that world. Her brother had told her. And even if the body didn’t die here, the idea of him suffering still made her uneasy.

"No, not really. Don’t worry," Adyr said. "Just had to deal with a few wolves the villagers asked me to take care of."

He paused, then added with a shrug, "Didn’t even look like wolves. More like oversized stray dogs."

He was killing the truth to put his sister at ease. A few small lies wouldn’t hurt anyone. After all, he couldn’t exactly tell her that one of his arms had been torn off and he had nearly died.

"Is that so?" Niva raised a brow, clearly unconvinced, but didn’t push it.

"Then it’s settled," she said, her tone brightening. "I’ll study military engineering. And who knows—if we’re really getting status now, maybe I’ll even become a researcher after I graduate."

Adyr laughed and gave his sister an encouraging nod. "That’s good. I’m sure you’ll be a better researcher than all those stone-faced, white-coated zombies in our research department."

He thought that when the time came, maybe he could pull a few strings for his sister.