The night was still ongoing.
Kogan had only slept for about two hours when the sneak attack occurred.
The whole ordeal lasted just a few minutes, but to Kogan, those minutes felt unbearably long.
This wasn't the first time he'd been targeted in his sleep.
It had happened once before, back in his previous world.
He had eaten a proper dinner for the first time, and when he went to bed with a full stomach—also for the first time in his life—the city guards barged in, tied him to a tall pole, and took him to the god.
'If I die here tonight, will I find myself in another place again… or will I just disappear?' Kogan wondered.
He had experience with both death and the afterlife, yet even now, he still had no answer.
Is this world real? Am I truly interacting with it, and do I truly have an impact?
If it all comes down to the principle of influence, then one could say this world is real—at least for now.
