It was the next day and Hazel woke up feeling extremely refreshed. After everything that happened yesterday, she was a bit surprised. However, that was mostly thanks to her loot box reward after she killed the Cyclops.

She only consumed a couple of jerky and water bottles, which was enough to revitalize her completely after a well-earned nap. And thankfully, she still had plenty of food supplies left to last her a good couple more days. Maybe even a week if she rationed them carefully.

It was uncertain if she was going to receive another loot box any time soon, so she would have to make do with her current supplies. Aside from her loot box, she had other business to attend to. And one of them was her next plan.

After taking down the Cyclops, Hazel was ready to move on to another island. Her initial goal was to reach level ten and fight the Cyclops then, but the monster got the jump on her and she couldn’t even run away from it, forcing her to fight it to survive.

Now that her opponent was gone, there was no reason for her to stay here. But, there were a couple of things that she wanted to do before leaving. One of them was heading back to the magic shop where she got the Decay grimoire page. It wasn’t to search for another page, since she was certain that there wasn’t, but to see if there were any useful books she could take with her.

There was also the fact that she wanted to relax as much as possible before going to another island since she might not have the time to do so. So, while she was still on the town island, it would be beneficial for her to do some training. As a way to prepare for what was to come on the next island.

Hopping out of the bed, Hazel went over to her loot box near the nightstand and dragged it closer to her. Opening the lid, she grabbed a couple of pieces of jerky and a water bottle then proceeded to have breakfast with it.

While chewing on a jerky, she rummaged through the loot box before pulling out another healing potion. She gazed at the crimson liquid as it slushed around inside.

“Only one more healing potion,” Hazel muttered, pensively staring at the bottle. “Guess I’ll have to hang on to this for when I’m close to death.”

The healing potions were vital for Hazel’s survival. The only reason why she wasn’t suffering from her previous injuries was thanks to these potions. And with only one bottle left, she couldn’t use it unless it was an emergency. An example would be when her shoulder was dislocated.

By drinking the healing potion, it popped right back in place with ease and healed the rest of her wounds in mere seconds, bringing her back to one hundred percent. Well, almost one hundred percent since she was still suffering from major fatigue.

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Once she was done admiring the potion, Hazel placed it back in the loot box and got ready to leave her room to begin her day on a positive note compared to her previous morning.

Leaving her room, she walked down the stairs and strolled over to the exit. Opening the door, Hazel was once again greeted with the sight of the vacant town in the middle of space. Because there was no sun to tell her that it was daytime, she had no idea if a whole day passed or not.

Thankfully, there was a timer from the system that told her how much time had passed. So, Hazel took a glance at how much time was left for the thirty-day objective and saw that three to four days had passed by.

Which meant she had around twenty-seven days before being teleported out of the dungeon. But Hazel planned to get out of there way sooner than that. Plus, she couldn’t afford to spend a whole thirty days in the dungeon. She needed to get back home and find her mother and brother.

Hopefully, they’ll be leaving the dungeon just as fast as her, otherwise, she would have to wait for them to return. And that was if they survived their dungeons too. Hazel let out a groan, mentally agonizing over her family’s wellbeing.

She wanted them to be safe, but she also knew that they were suffering from the dungeons just like her and that only made things worse for her since there was nothing that she could do to help them. And if they were in a dungeon-like hers, she couldn’t even imagine the type of hell they were enduring.

Doing her best to take her mind off such morbid thoughts, Hazel strolled through the vacant town to get to the Magic Shop. Despite the place appearing abandoned, the distant moaning of nearby zombie-like Fractured Humans said otherwise.

“I can never get used to that sound…” Hazel shuddered, doing her best to ignore the Fractured Humans.

Although she planned to fight the Fractured Humans to train, she was doing her best to avoid them until her initial task was completed first. She couldn’t afford to get side-tracked right now.

After a little while, Hazel finally arrived back at the magic shop and entered, once again greeted with a messy shop with books, boxes, and shelves scattered all over the place. The mage slightly grimaced at the sight, realizing that she had to rummage through all of that stuff just to find something useful.

“Maybe I should’ve cleaned up before I left the first time,” Hazel groaned.

There was no use complaining, so Hazel got to work and searched the shop for some books. While searching, she also tried to do a little cleaning to make things easier in the long run. Any shelves she saw on the ground, she lifted them and placed them against a wall. She didn’t go the extra mile and put any books on them since it would be a pain to organize them, but she did, however, stack the books into piles and left them like that.

They were even categorized into two sections. One section was boring books that Hazel had no interest in reading, and the other was books that she did feel obligated to read. And that alone took a while since the shop had plenty of books around.

Of course, Hazel was now faced with an even bigger problem than before. Of the books, she felt obligated to read, which one should she take back to the tavern? Glancing at the piles, there were over a couple dozen of them. And they all had some weight to them, making it impossible for Hazel to bring all of them back unless she went back and forth between the shop and tavern.

Thankfully, Hazel came up with a foolproof way to fix this problem. And that was reading the books and seeing if she wanted to continue reading it or not. Obviously, it would take a while, but thankfully, she had plenty of time to spare.

“Alright, let’s get to reading,” Hazel said eagerly and picked up the first book.