Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

The thoughts swirling in Mir's mind made him somewhat disoriented.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, finally calming himself down.

But looking at the line of quietly flashing task requirements, Mil still felt somewhat helpless.

If Andre Bell's dream is "freedom," should he let her go?

That's clearly not going to work; my own recycling furnace still needs to rely on Anderbelle to generate more revenue.

Forget it, no rush. Let's get through the black fog first. There will be another black fog wave in a while. I wonder how many people will die this time.

Mil shook his head, suppressing his distracting thoughts for the time being.

At that moment, the sound of water could be heard coming from the bathroom.

The room was really too small, just a one-bedroom apartment, and the surroundings were very quiet, so it was hard for Mil to not hear Andre Bell's washing up.

Especially after becoming a superhuman, his physical abilities have been greatly improved.

Mir could even hear the faint sounds mixed in with the sound of water.

That was the sound of Andre Bell gasping in pain as he wiped his body.

Mil frowned slightly as he thought of Andrebel's wounds.

He sighed and cursed under his breath.

"What a shitty world!"

Then Mill stood up, intending to prepare the food before checking on the recycling furnace.

Upon entering the kitchen, Mil opened the refrigerator and looked inside at the mashed potatoes he had prepared earlier.

This was the dinner that had been prepared for Andre Bell.

But now it seems best to give her something better to eat.

The body needs nutrition to speed up recovery.

Mill took some dark bread from the refrigerator, and then took out a few pieces of unidentified meat patties that he had bought from Ms. Mansing.

A few stalks of "Spicy Magic Grass" resembling scallions, and some "Emerald Hands" resembling leafy greens.

Turn on the gas, light the fire, and cook.

Ten minutes later, a pleasant fragrance filled the room.

Mir fried the dark bread, added some water to make it less hard.

Then I put a few more slices of salted meat in the pot and added some spices.

The oil and the magic herb interacted, producing a sizzling sound.

Wrapped together, they become a simple hamburger that feels like something out of another world.

The bathroom door opened at that very moment.

Mil instinctively turned his head and saw Andre Bell standing in the doorway.

At this moment, Andre Bell stood in front of the bathroom, his hair wet and dripping with water droplets.

She didn't use a hairdryer, and Mir thought about it, but that was her own problem; it was normal that she didn't know how to use it.

Anderbel was wearing the clothes that Mil had prepared for her earlier.

A coarse cloth garment, a bit too big, that was Mir's clothes.

When the system builds a room, it includes some home appliances, but no clothes are included.

If you need to exchange it, you'll also need your own energy points.

But those kinds of things are so rare, so it's best to use them sparingly.

Anderbel had rolled up his sleeves twice, revealing his slender, white wrists covered in bruises.

Water droplets kept dripping from the ends of her hair, leaving dark water stains on her clothes.

At this moment, Anderbel's face was flushed from the heat, and his crimson eyes showed less tension but more confusion and unease.

She stood at the doorway, seemingly unsure of where to go, her hands clasped together, her toes slightly curled as she stepped on the cold floor tiles.

"I've prepared slippers for you; they're on your left."

When Mil's voice came through, Andre Bell answered instinctively.

"But, those shoes are of such good quality, I... I dare not wear them."

"Pink, a very girly color, I wouldn't wear it even if you gave it to me."

"If I sell them, those ladies will love them. They can get a lot of food in return. My soles are rough, so I can adapt to the ground. And Mr. Mill, your floor is very smooth and comfortable. Even if I go barefoot, it won't feel uncomfortable..."

However, before Andrebel could finish speaking, Mil interrupted her directly:

"It's winter, it's cold. Put it on, Andrebel, that's an order."

Upon hearing the word "command," Andre Bell put on his slippers with a hint of trepidation.

But after putting on the shoes, she didn't move at all.

"Why aren't you coming? The food will be ready soon."

"But I'm covered in water droplets, I'm afraid of getting this area dirty..."

"Yeah, that's right. I didn't notice that. Don't move, I'll blow-dry your hair. It'll give you a headache in winter."

After saying this, Mir untied his apron and came to Andrebel's side.

Under the girl's bewildered and stunned gaze, he pulled her to the mirror.

"Hold this thing in your hand like this, press this button, and it will blow out hot air. You can adjust the temperature here. Let me dry your hair for you..."

Mir gently lifted the girl's hair, blowing on it as he softly explained how to use it.

Anderbel was looking at himself in the mirror, at the hair that Mil was gently holding, and at the clear, bright light.

Instantly, an uncontrollable stream of tears slid down her cheeks.

Tears fell, shattering into tiny pieces on the edge of the sink.

Andre Bell's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

All those surging emotions eventually turned into a very soft sob, drowned out by the sound of the hairdryer.

Mil noticed this naturally and was somewhat at a loss.

As a corporate slave, he had never been so close to a woman before, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

He just subconsciously continued drying his hair while trying to find other topics to talk about.

"It shouldn't be too hot, right?"

"Mill asked, his tone the same as before, but with a slight difference," he said.

Anderbel shook his head gently, as if afraid that his hair might slip from Mil's grasp and interrupt this beautiful moment.

She was also aware that she was expressing her emotions outwardly, and knew that this would make Mir feel uncomfortable.

So Andre Bell raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes haphazardly, but tears welled up again, no matter how much he wiped, they wouldn't come away.

"Um... Mr. Mir."

Andrebelle spoke, her voice hoarse, thick with nasal tones and a hint of sobbing, as she tried to change the subject:

"This thing called a hair dryer, I've never used it before... no, I've never even seen one before!"

It's amazing! The wind it blows is warm!

Mil nodded and continued:

"Press it like this, and the wind will be gentler."

Anderbel hummed in agreement, then seemed to be muttering to himself:

"My mom used to wipe my hair like this too."

Anderbel's voice became even softer, like a murmur in his sleep.

"However, that was a long, long time ago. After that, it got so cold in the dungeon that her hair froze. She fell asleep one night and never woke up again."

"Andrebel..."

"Hmm! What is it, Mr. Mill?"

"What are your dreams?"