"Blyat!!" A loud curse resounded through the air, startling those nearby.

That was a trip down the memory lane that Viktor didn't want to see a repeat of.

He gritted his teeth furiously, resisting the urge to curse at the voice that was laughing at his misfortune. However, as he opened his mouth, he let out an enraged scream instead.

But then, he suddenly realized that he was on his bed in the bunker. To be exact, he just woke up.

"Huh… so, that was all just some very bad, crazy dream?!" muttered Viktor as he tried to make sense of what he had just experienced.

However, Viktor must admit that when he woke up, his body was drenched in sweat, as the luxurious clothes he wore clung tightly on his damp body. His breathing was labored as if someone had stepped on his chest, and his head felt like he had just been banging it against a wall.

He had drunk himself to sleep so many times with all the wild parties he held, but this hangover certainly made it to number one in the list of the worst hangovers he had ever had in his life.

"What exactly did I drink last night to have this shitty dream..?"

As Viktor stood up, he could clearly feel the alcohol in his system still exist as his head was spinning. Stabilizing himself, he then took careful steps to the bathroom to wash his face. He splashed a large amount of freezing cold water on his face in hope that the awful feeling would swiftly go away.

However, a voice came back like a fleeting whisper in his ears.

Viktor was annoyed, because this Djinn seemed to always talk in riddles.

"Ok… What will happen if I don't do the task?"

Viktor couldn't believe such a thing was happening to him. He was glad to be alive, but to be bound with a nonsensical being in his head was just another level of craziness.

The next sentence that the Djinn spoke made Viktor quickly head toward his room in a rush. It was because this would have been proof that this was all true or he had simply lost his mind.

When he entered his room, Viktor set out a long sigh. There it was, an old bronze Persian lamp under the cover of his blanket.

A treasure that was supposed to be inside the vault and the one he touched before he died.

Viktor once again took a deep breath. He was somehow having this vision that his years of decadent life were finally over.

A Djinn and a lamp, isn't it supposed to grant him wishes? Why is his the other way around? Telling him he needs to do tasks and stuff.

With a quick thought about the quest, a message once again entered his mind.

[You have 2 hours and 5 minutes left]

Well, he really couldn't argue if the quest is about saving his own life, right?