It was indeed Golden Wheat Island, and the house was the very one where he had lived.
Too familiar, Alka thought.
Is this a dream of one of the island's residents?
Just then, the door of the house where he used to live creaked open. Alka, high above, looked down.
Upon seeing this figure, Alka's brows furrowed deeply, and a nameless rage rose in his heart.
But he soon calmed down. Getting angry now won't help anything, he thought.
This figure was none other than his father, Sifus.
At this moment, Sifus was dressed just like any farmer on the island, with no discernible difference.
Just as Alka remembered, his father went to his wheat field to work before resting.
However, it wasn't long before his behavior became unsettling.
He stood up, dusted himself off, and with a wave of his hand, an Iron Hammer materialized.
He arrived at the juncture of two bubbles.
Facing the opposite bubble, he waved with a false smile, seemingly inviting the person on the other side to come over.
