From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

The chill of the room did nothing to deter her; if anything, it sharpened her focus, her half-furred skin prickling with the cold and a rush of adrenaline.

Without a second thought, she wrapped Jade in a desperate hug, her cries filling the room, "Omg, you're still alive! I was so sure you had been eaten or worse," her voice muffled against Jade, her relief cascading out in loud sobs.

Oscar, roused by the commotion, initially groggy and disoriented, took a moment to process the scene before his eyes widened in disbelief. "How long will you cry over her—her holy shit, you're alive," he blurted out, his tone shifting from annoyance to astonishment as he caught sight of Jade.

His face, marked by new scars and framed by bandages, bore the evidence of their recent ordeal, with intense burn marks on his hands highlighting the battle they had endured.

Jade, embracing Rosa, turned to Oscar with a smile that carried both gratitude and a hint of shared understanding of their narrow escape. "I'm glad you both made it out as well, that was a pretty close call, huh?" she said, acknowledging their collective resilience.

Oscar, still trying to piece together the reality of Jade's presence, pressed for answers. "Yes, but HOW are you alive anyway? We both saw you fall into that hell spawn's portal, it even closed," his confusion and curiosity intermingling.

Before the conversation could spiral into a whirlwind of questions and theories, Gojaro stepped in, his voice cutting through the emotional tumult with a note of authority. "That can be a conversation for another day.

Everyone, it's time to head off for some sleep, and we will have a debriefing with the Director about the things that happened," he announced, steering the group towards a necessary pause, a moment to breathe and gather themselves after the shock and joy of reunion.

Oscar, feeling the weight of his injuries but buoyed by the sight of Jade alive and well, chimed in with a weary but grateful voice, "I think that's a good idea. It still hurts to even sit up. Glad to see Jade is fully healed up. Have a good night, Jade. I'm glad you made it out alive.

I will have the chance to repay you for saving my life and prove my honor one day." With that, he turned over, the effort visible in his movements, and slowly drifted back to sleep, his words hanging in the air as a promise of future deeds.

Rosa, reluctant to let the moment end, voiced a hopeful request, "Can't she stay here?" But Gojaro was firm in his response, "No, she's not injured. Now, please get back in bed. I will make sure a nurse is here to retrieve you in the morning." His tone left little room for negotiation, emphasizing the need for rest and recovery.

Rosa nodded, acquiescing to Gojaro's directive with a soft, "Yes, sorry Master Gojaro." Yet, before parting, she shared a moment with Jade that was both tender and solemn. Wrapping Jade in another hug, Rosa took Jade's hands in hers, placing them atop her head, near her fluffy ears, as a gesture of a deeply personal vow.

"I promise I won't let anyone ever get close to killing you as long as I am present," she declared, her voice imbued with determination and a hint of playful seriousness as she added, "See, the softest thing in the universe, right?" Her tears were a testament to the depth of her feelings, even as she sought to lighten the mood.

Jade, moved by the gesture, responded with warmth, "Yeah, they really are," sharing in the smile that briefly pushed away the shadows of their recent trials. Rosa, with one last look, carefully climbed back into her bed, her voice tinged with a mix of discomfort and humor, "I think my back hurts more now. Ouch, ouch."

Gojaro, witnessing this exchange, couldn't help but cover his face with his hand, a chuckle escaping him despite the seriousness of their situation. "Then don't get back up, please," he said, the lightness in his voice offering a momentary reprieve from the gravity of their experiences.

Rosa, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, quickly succumbed to sleep once back in her medical bed, her earlier tears now just a memory on her drying cheeks. The conversation shifted to Jade, who faced a different kind of uncertainty.

"Will I be sleeping in my normal quarter?" Jade inquired, the concern in her voice barely masked.

"No, we still don't know enough about what happened to you. To ensure you are monitored well for any surprises that may have occurred, you will be sleeping in a holding cell," Gojaro explained, his tone trying to soften the implication of his words. "I promise it's not as scary as it sounds, just a precautionary measure is all."

Jade, processing this information, nodded in acceptance. "That is fine, I suppose," she responded, the resilience in her voice not quite masking her apprehension. Discover what's next on m-vl-em,py-r

Following Master Gojaro down a long, winding corridor illuminated by a harsh red light, they arrived at a steel door. Gojaro entered a sequence on the keypad, and the door slid open with a heavy, mechanical sound.

Stepping into the room, Jade observed, "I guess you're right. It is pretty much the same as the other rooms." It was a small comfort, finding familiarity in the midst of uncertainty. The room had everything she was accustomed to, easing the sting of her unusual accommodations.

"Glad to know it isn't an issue," Gojaro remarked, stifling a yawn. His next words were both a farewell and a reassurance, "Well, I'm off to get some sleep. I'll come grab you personally once the morning arrives. Try and get some sleep; it will probably be a long day."

"Of course, have a good night," Jade replied as the door slid closed behind Gojaro, leaving her alone in the room. With a deep sigh, she moved to grab a shower, perhaps in an attempt to wash away the day's events and brace herself for what was to come.