Time flowed on, unceasing and silent, like water slipping between cupped hands. In the blink of an eye, without Ricky even realizing it, two full years had passed since the day he transmigrated into this world.
The last few weeks had been strangely uneventful for the Emerald Green Kingdom. No restless waves of undead surged from the shadows, no monstrous hordes prowled the borders, and no rogue warriors dared to mount a reckless assault on their lands.
Since Ricky's return, even the lingering threat of resentment-born monsters had been swiftly purged, their corrupt presence snuffed out with ruthless efficiency. For the first time in recent memory, the kingdom—once part of the perilous Thousand Beast Forest—had entered what could only be described as a golden age.
