Ignoring the system's annoying remarks, he took one last look at the view outside the window and staggered to his bed.
He clenched his hands into fists, trying to shake off the daze. Thoughts of everything he'd learned in the system space hit him all at once—Philosophy of Arts, Dürer's engravings, Da Vinci's sketches, Michelangelo's masterpieces. He'd been through a lot, and yet, the fact that he'd spent 23 years in that damn system space still had him reeling.
Yeah, he'd known time moved differently, but 23 years? That was a hell of a lot longer than he thought. Almost a quarter of a lifetime.
It didn't even feel like it though. Time had slipped away so fast while he was caught up in all that learning. But it wasn't just about art; it was about life too. He'd grown in ways he couldn't even put into words.
