After an undefined amount of time, Lich woke up.

He outran both the monsters and nature's wrath, but it didn't mean he was unscathed.

His robe was once again covered in blood, this time though, it dried in the sun. The other dry thing was his throat, which he quickly moisturized using a bottle of water. His stomach was expressing its needs too, so Lich ate some dried meat.

Inspecting his body further, he found the source of the blood on his clothes. It came out of the many (now nonexistent) cuts and bruises on his body. It was, and would remain, a mystery how he got them, since no memory of what happened 10 minutes after using boiler remained in his memory. Lich never experienced this side effect, which interested him quite a bit. Was it rare, or did it happen only in special circumstances? That would be something he would have to ask about.

But it was not the worst thing that happened to him. That award would have to go to his cut hair. While yes, the wounds barely did any damage to him, since he naturally heals a lot faster than a normal human, but hair was not something that healed like a wound. It would take some time for it to grow back.

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Because of his randomly cut hair, he looked like a certain superhero of the old world, ripping himself out of a sentient alien suit. It was disorderly to say the least, and looked neither beautiful nor cool, which disqualified it as Lich's haircut.

So he decided to shorten it a bit, which would normally be unthinkable. Since the war ended, he has not once cut his hair. Even before that point in time, he avoided hairdressers like fire. He grew his hair not because he wanted to look like a woman (which had progressively shorter hairstyles), or because men started growing longer hair (but not to Lich's degree), but because he was the (self-proclaimed) laziest bun under the sun. His special skills were conserving energy by not moving, and eating only when he felt physical pain.

But the fact that he was a big fan of long hair cannot be denied. It pained him to see his hair cut, but it had to be done.

Lich took out a pocket knife from his backpack, and, after gathering it all into an untied ponytail, cut.

Now, his formerly 7 m long hair barely reached his shoulder blades, while a teardrop fell out of his eye, followed by many others. He would have to start wearing clothes.