He was certain now—this extraordinary, sentient Ice Flower had come from the same world he once lived in.
When he reached this conclusion, a wave of joy surged through him.
So it turned out he wasn't the only one in this world who didn't quite fit.
He wasn't some outcast or anomaly.
Although he had been reincarnated into this world rather than possessing someone else's body, there was still a sense of alienation he carried.
And now, finally—someone else, something else, proved he wasn't alone.
Humans are inherently social creatures.
To Eoryun, finding someone "familiar" in a "foreign" world felt like a pie falling from the sky—one that not only wasn't poisoned, but actually tasted quite delicious.
The only problem was… why weren't things going the way he imagined?
In his imagination: Hometown fellows meeting in a foreign land, tears brimming in their eyes, embracing one another while crying their hearts out.
In reality.
