Tim arose from the dirt, three hours later. The idea was to rest for a couple of hours only, but he got really bored along the way, to the point where he took a nap. This extra hour didn't bother him, neither did he notice it, come to think of it, but the system did assure him that he was a bit more ready to face the world now.
She said, [Good job, Timothy. You've accumulated 64/120 points of mana! If you're more savvy with it this time around, it'll go a long way in terms of helping you survive. Be careful.]
“I’ll try to be more careful, this time.” He followed along, “You weren't kidding when you said that I need the mana. I was knocked out for hours, but my mana pool is only halfway full. Let's hope that I won't have to deal with any more devilish ants. Hate those big, ugly bastards!”
