'Herald of the Unnameable, huh…'
Still lying on the broken remains of the table, Mitsuki let out a sigh—it was too obvious, after all. His transmigration to this world had to have an explanation; it was just that this explanation would give rise to an endless chain of tragedies he knew nothing about.
His arrival in this world marked the beginning of a new era, yet he had been too busy being a pathetic man. His gaze was lifeless, tears soaked his face, blood stained his skin, and a gloomy atmosphere filled the place, wrapping around him like a depressing cloak of pure misery.
'Well… now I can see notifications like this too…' he thought. His inner voice was resigned. 'How convenient.'
Tired and broken, he struggled to stand—pieces of wood fell as he rose. He took a step forward, staggering; took another, and on the third, he collapsed to his knees.
