*snore* *snore*
Jack was sleeping. He had been for over seventy hours already.
- Damnit…
As for Elicia, she had been trying to wake him up, to no avail.
Let’s return a few days in the past.
***
[- Babe, I’m off to take a nap, aye?]
- Uhm? Sure…
It was at that moment. When realization struck Elicia, she couldn’t do anything about it anymore.
In-game characters would have their brains cleared of any cloudiness after logging off. Not mattering what was written about their sleeping habits, like elves entering a state of trance or dwarves sleeping like logs, to the point of it being possible for someone to cut one of their legs off and not disturbing them in the slightest, it didn’t matter.
Once one logged off, their avatars would disappear and, at the time they came back to the game, these same avatars would be “brought back to life” with totally refreshed brains. Having to sleep in-game would be way to boring, after all.
So, everyone would sleep at least once a day, that is, when the fluid on the chambers they were using was exchanged.
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
But now, well…
***
Elicia sighed helplessly.
Dragons were a race which had a very strongly built biological clock. They would wake up, eat, play around, mate, and then sleep for a long time.
That was the basic description of the dragon race, and their brains would be wired as such.
So, it didn’t really mater what she did, Elicia just couldn’t wake him up. Jack was done for good. And the worst part was…
“As a dragon increases in age and strength, its’ periods of sleeping and awakening become larger”
So, given his status, Jack might even sleep on for years without end. What to say years… both had been awoken for months already, not even the smallest sign of tiredness on their eyes.
What if he slept on and on for centuries?
Of course, since he was in human form, those cycles would be altered. The very fact of him being able to nap was such a thing. Dragons usually don’t nap. They sleep, or not.
However, the only form to wake a sleeping dragon, well…
- I’m sorry, little one. But I cannot have this brick head sleep forever. Greater Compulsion. Go and rob some gold from your husbands’ pockets.
Elicia patted the shoulders of Jacks’ first wife, the squirrel-woman, and sent her in a one-way trip to Jacks’ treasure vault.
Dragons could be awoken if someone were to mess with their valuables, the problem was…
*ROOOAAAARRRRRRR!*
They would do so while immersed on a furious rage, it would be impossible to control them without a level 100 mind-pacifying spell.
Of course, that was for regular dragons, not dragon kings.
- I need to grind more… - The dragoness thought to herself, fully aware that she may have to resort to getting a level 100 mind-related skill in order to resist the fury of being suddenly awoken by thieves and philanderers.
After all, losing ones’ conscientiousness and entering a murderous rampage wasn’t a good thing at all.
- Maybe with ‘Cycle of Endless Reincarnation’…
*SQUEEEEEEEE!*
So, as Elicia thought about the Ultimate skill on the ‘Daoist Priest’ skill tree as a viable option to reach the enlightenment needed to resist her draconic urges, a pitiful scream sounded.
- May you rest in pieces, I mean, peace. - Said Jacks’ now First Wife, as she prayed for her now deceased fellow harem member.