After a long sleep, he woke up to a new morning, yawning lazily. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, noticing a little girl intently watching him from beside the bed. She smiled when he met her gaze. Feeling a touch of sadness, he sighed, gave a morning wave, then slid off the bed and into the bathroom. While he was getting ready, a voice called from outside, "It's almost time for the Great World War tournament! Hurry and register, or you might miss it!" With a mouthful of toothpaste, he replied, "No need to rush... I've got it all figured out... it's still three hours away." The voice, now more irritable, shot back, "It's only twenty minutes! You miscalculated!" Hearing this, he burst out of the bathroom, frantically searching. The girl, annoyed, pointed out, "Your clothes are on the balcony, and your artifacts are in your spatial ring, you idiot!" He rushed to the balcony, grabbed his Daoist robes, and changed without hesitation, making the girl blush and sneak glances. Dressed, he transformed from a clumsy youth into a dignified Daoist master. He snatched a Great Sword from behind the girl, threw it out the window where it hovered, then leaped onto it, flying off while ravenously eating a bun and shouting, "Great World War, here I come!"