Chapter 170 – The Hopeless Wanderers

After leading them out of that garden, I flew my sky cruiser back to the demesne. The elf wanted to go to the other sites but I protested against it. I asked her to not hurry for we were not tireless beings. She complied after looking at Archie.

This quest to save the continent was quite something. To me, this wasn’t personal. It was just another mission given to me. Indeed, I have the power to resist or accomplish them. I know that after getting used to this strange power of mine.

I am not from this world. I came from Langley. But even so, this body that I inhabit isn’t mine. It belongs to Serge, who died in another world. That’s right. I am a reincarnated who then got transported to this place. I spent a long time in a medieval-like world first. I became a bit accustomed to that world. But then that world turned into a world of eternal nights. I got crystallized by a witch mountain and Olivia, the woman who I met in a certain village was lost to me.

I do not know where she was. When I awoke in this world, I was stuck in some village somewhere. I was taught by a herald how to speak for a year. Then I spent two years hunting down monsters for the sake of that village. After a rough time hunting, I was introduced to an official who wanted me to learn how to drive a skyship. A skyship cruiser is like a hybrid of a plane and a helicopter. It has wings and it uses the thrusters around it to hover.

It was like a spaceship. It was so out of place in this world that I felt like it was absurd. But I didn’t miss the chance to learn it. I practiced and was able to get used to the feeling of flying it. It took me two years to actually be good at flying it. Since then I’ve been flying the skyship everywhere.

It was a good life. But my heart was empty like a husk. I was left alone. I was a lost wanderer, a person that would not find his home in any world. It was a kind of homesickness that will never be cured. Once you are a wanderer of worlds. You will be deprived of any home. There will be no place for you. It is a curse. I’ve learned that hard after meeting a certain person who was like me. He was sick and crippled. He was followed by curses. He was a lost wanderer like me who didn’t find his home.

His name was something he had forgotten. He was a wanderer who I met near the city of storms. He was someone who was misfortunate. He was lost in this world too. He told me that he fell off a dragon in order to save someone. He then fell down into the abyss and was left to suffer. He was not like me. He didn’t get any special abilities and was left to the mercy of the world that he was thrown in.

I didn’t know what happened to him. In a space storm, he was lost again. I felt something powerful before he got taken away. I do not where he is. But I hope that he got his happy ending. We are lost individuals and we share this misfortune. So I could only hope that he would fare better.

The space storms were the things that sent us all here in this world. It was a singularity that threw us into this world. I think that Zola and Joshua are the same as me. They are lost wanderers deprived of their homeworld. I think Joshua and Zola already know that I am a person of the same world. But we know that such secrets aren’t meant to spoken unless we want to.

Besides, how could I do so when this body doesn’t belong to me? I am just some thrill-seeking traceur who fell down a building. This body belongs to a brave person who sold his soul to save someone he admired. I felt like I don’t deserve this body. But I am starting to think that I should be selfish. And besides, my power has slowly started to mold this body to my original body. I mutated and somehow my power was helping. I do not know the reason. It just happened and this world doesn’t have any sorceresses or mages that reveals their presence.

I have no time to weep over that. What need is there to weep over parts of life? I just have to accept it with my stoic mindset. It helps me greatly. But still, it doesn’t rid me of any heartache that I got from the past world. Every day, and every night I could remember the day I got separated away from Olivia.

She was my bloody companion. She was this person whose emotions are too wrecked because of the way she was raised. She was trying to do her best. I fell for her because of that wanting. She doesn’t say it but I know that she truly wanted nothing but peace. She was a person who was used to bloodshed.

That’s why I pray that if she is here in this world. She’s not killing people or being used by some Emperor. It is my wish to see her again. It is a forlorn hope. This world is vast and there is a possibility that she’s not even in this world.

But...if fate permits it, I would like to meet her again. I would like to see that woman who captured my heart. I would like to see that smile again. That smile that I saw back then. That smile that I saw when we were in a garden. That smile that was enhanced by the shining roses, and the stars that were sparking behind her, I could never forget that scene.

But that is just my hopeless wish. It has been five years. And I’ve starting to forsake such hopeless wish. The world’s so large and vast. How could I ever find her? And even if I do, will she remember me? Or are we going to meet as foes?

I wish not.