No Sleep

As the system transported Rogi to the Cold Water Cove island, he was presented with the same choices as before - a frost dragon, a frost bird, and an ice elemental. 

However, this time, the element was of a different nature - ice, not fire. 

Rogi's heart raced as he contemplated his decision, knowing that it could mean the difference between life and death. 

He eventually settled on the frost bird, feeling that it was his best chance of survival.

Upon arriving at his destination, Rogi found himself at the top of a towering bird nest, with two fierce chicks glaring at each other. 

He couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation, wondering what awaited him in this strange and dangerous place. 

"They are going to fight?" 

He asked aloud, though he knew better than to interfere. 

Suddenly, the system's voice pierced through the air, commanding him to 

Ding!

[ Convert the Breezefeather shikigami cursed spirit that has manifested into a shikigami by surviving with a mere one minute duration, and if you fail to do so… StupidLove will die. ]

Rogi's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. 

He had no idea what the system would why he needed to survive but he knew that he had to do whatever it took to stay alive. 

He glanced down and saw that the ground was far below him, obscured by thick fog. 

Without a second thought, he leaped off the edge of the nest, plummeting towards the unknown depths below.

As he fell, Rogi's mind was filled with a mixture of exhilaration and fear. 

He felt the wind rushing past him, the cold air biting at his skin, and the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. 

"Wweeeeeee!" 

He shouted, trying to laugh despite the gravity of the situation. 

He focused on his surroundings, trying to gauge his descent and estimate how much time he had left.

Suddenly, a deafening screech interrupted his thoughts, and a massive hawk appeared out of nowhere, its talons poised to strike. 

Rogi barely had time to react before the system's voice echoed in his mind once more. 

Ding!

[ StupidLove you died, Game over. ]

The next thing Rogi knew, he was back in his house, his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat. 

"What happened?" 

He asked, still trying to make sense of the ordeal he had just experienced. 

He wondered if he was allowed to go back and try again, but a searing pain in his chest made him wince in agony. 

"Urreghjj!" 

He groaned, clutching at his chest. 

Though he couldn't see any blood, he knew that something was very wrong.

As Rogi lay down on his bed, he felt a wave of relief wash over him as the pain in his chest subsided. 

However, his head felt heavy and his body weary, as though he had just been through a long and grueling battle. 

"I need to sleep again." 

He muttered to himself, knowing that the system would likely take him on another unpredictable journey. 

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing and calm his racing thoughts.

As Rogi drifted off to sleep, he had no idea that he was about to embark on yet another harrowing journey in the world of cursed spirits. 

When he awoke in the cursed world, he was once again dumbfounded by the strange and unfamiliar surroundings. 

"What is it this time?" 

He muttered to himself, trying to keep his wits about him.

This time, he found himself in a dense forest, surrounded by three rare shikigami. 

He knew that he had to choose one of them if he wanted to survive, but the decision was harder than ever before. 

He felt his heart racing as he surveyed the three beasts, each one more fearsome than the last. 

He tried to make a run for it, but it was too late - he was met with a swift and brutal death, his life snuffed out in an instant.

Ding!

[ You died, StupidLove, Game Over. ]

As he woke up yet again in his own world, Rogi felt a deep sense of despair settling over him. 

He had tried everything he could think of to survive the cursed spirit world, but no matter what he did, he always ended up back in his own world, defeated and broken. 

His mind felt like it was burning in hell, tossed about by the storms of fate and the whims of the system.

Despite his best efforts, Rogi could not escape the cycle of death and rebirth, and with each passing attempt, the pain of his failures grew more intense. 

"Damn it! I won't be able to fucking sleep!"

He said, his eyes were ringed with dark circles, his body wracked with exhaustion. He knew that he couldn't keep going like this forever.

Finally, the system gave him a warning - this would be his last chance to play. 

His reserved, cursed energy was running low, and he wouldn't be able to come back for two days straight. 

"Haaaah!"

Rogi was tired of trying to sleep and failing, so he decided to get up and explore the world outside. 

He checked his wristwatch and saw that it was two in the morning - he had been asleep for several hours before waking up in the cursed world. 

He stepped outside, bracing himself for whatever dangers might lie ahead.

To his surprise, he didn't encounter any cursed spirits on his way. 

Instead, Rogi stumbled upon an open store, despite the late hour. 

However, he quickly realized that he didn't have enough money to buy anything. 

"My cash-"

He said his exhaustion and hunger made him desperate, so he decided to use his shadow magic to cover the cameras and avoid surveillance.

Wishoook Wishook!

With the cameras blocked, Rogi quickly grabbed as much food as he could carry and stuffed it into his shadow. 

He took snacks, meat, and ready-to-eat meals, not caring about the consequences of his actions. 

After he was done, he made his way to the counter and paid for the little he had bought, hoping that no one would notice his theft.

As he left the store, Rogi felt a sense of guilt wash over him. 

He knew that what he had done was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. 

The weight of his exhaustion and hunger had driven him to do something he never thought he would do.

 He made a mental note to make it up to the store later, to apologize and pay for what he had taken.

Rogi made his way back to his house, his shadow bulging with stolen goods. 

"I did something terrible."

He felt a mix of relief and shame - relief that he had found a way to satisfy his hunger, and shame for what he had done to get there. 

He knew that he had to find a way to break the cycle of the cursed world and regain control of his sleep or he would really go crazy.

…

Two days had passed since Rogi's last encounter with the cursed world. Inside his room, the evidence of his recent theft was scattered all around him - leftover food containers, plastic wrappers, and empty cans littered the floor. 

In the midst of it all, Rogi lay curled up on his bed, feeling sick and trembling.

In his previous life, it was the lack of sleep that had proved fatal for Rogi. 

In this world, he had vowed to prioritize rest and make sure he got enough sleep. But after going without it for two days, his body was not used to the strain.

Rogi couldn't help but worry.

"What would happen if I kept dying in the cursed spirit world? 

"Would I be condemned to go without sleep for days on end, trapped in a never-ending cycle of exhaustion and hallucination?"

The thought made him uneasy, and he felt a sense of impatience and frustration building inside him.

Finally, after a few moments of tossing and turning, Rogi's exhaustion overpowered him, and he succumbed to a deep and dreamless sleep.

His snores filled the room, a testament to his body's desperate need for rest. 

While his consciousness went to the pocket hunting and gaming world.