After a flurry of chaotic activity, the toxic blood was finally drained from the swelling. But my foot—it was swollen as much as it possibly could be. I figured I would need a month or two of rest to fully recover. I couldn't even put on my Gold-threaded Soft Armor anymore. In the end, I could only put on my upper garments; my trousers wouldn't fit over my foot at all, as it was simply too bloated.
I also felt that I had been particularly unlucky lately. Could it be that I had done too many bad things and was now facing retribution?
I had been exercising diligently over the past few days, preparing to leave this place, but before I was ready, I got injured again. With my foot hurt and unable to walk around, I simply stayed home. In my spare time, I began to wonder: where exactly had things gone wrong?
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