"It's time for you to discover the world."
Said my beloved Admiral, exhaustion plastered all over her face.
Outwardly, I looked like a young man burdened by the weight of an uncertain future.
Inwardly, I was popping party balloons.
Hell yeah. My efforts finally paid off.
Ten years on that ship. Ten years of saltwater, sword drills, and absolutely zero privacy. I had a plan. Land on a domain, find someone who knows about the runes I’d been sitting on since childhood, eat something that wasn’t fish, and live my life at a perfectly reasonable pace.
Step one: nailed it. Landed on a human domain. Beautiful place. Dirt roads and everything.
Step two: also nailed it. Found someone to engrave the runes. Took a while. The fortune teller laughed at me for three straight minutes before agreeing, but it was expensive.
Step three: almost died.
Which, admittedly, was not part of the plan.
And then the world reset.
Rolled back as if nothing had happened. Nobody remembered a thing.
Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to remember either. Something was wrong.
The reset didn’t just rewind a little.
It dragged everything back, years back. Far enough that I shouldn’t even be here yet.
And yet… here I am.
Stuck at the beginning of a story that’s already ended once.
Watching a world full of people happily living their first lives while I’m fairly certain this isn’t mine.
The sensible move would be to lie low. Stay hidden. Let fate, or destiny, or whatever bureaucratic nonsense runs this universe, sort itself out.
I tried that.
It was taking way too long.
So, new plan.
Somewhere out there is the one behind this reset. The real culprit. The one pulling the strings. The one who probably has a tragic backstory and a brooding personality to match.
First things first,
Let’s go find them.