Rex rose from the darkness.
His body is in immense pain.
It was akin to a thousand fire ants ruthlessly marching down his blood vessels.
He tries moving his legs—he can't.
Tries moving his arms—to the same end.
His limbs were intact, but something was preventing them from obeying his command.
Did I pass out?
The last thing he remembered was the beatdown by the royal knights. The sting on his face and stomach made it clear that the beatdown wasn't a dream, so he must've got knocked out. Everything he sees now is a scrambled blur.
Being punched repeatedly must've impaired his optic nerves.
But the notifications were still as clear as the day.
Even if he's blind, he could see the System's banter, so blurriness isn't a problem.
