By the time Ken returned to the beach with the firewood, the sun was already setting.

The sun was slowly descending towards the horizon.

‘It seems I woke up in the afternoon.’

It hadn’t been more than a few hours since I went into the forest to gather firewood, but already night was approaching.

This meant I had awakened on the deserted island after lunchtime.

“Wow! Ken, you brought the firewood? Perfect timing! Enzo caught some fish and shellfish!”

“Then we can use the firewood Ken brought to cook, right?”

“Hehe, I feel like I’m on a camping trip!”

As …