Ever since I started travelling to different worlds, I never had the time to pay any attention to the small details of the background. No matter what the world I would appear in, my main goal would be to accomplish a system's mission and move even further. That was the case all the way to the point when my family died, when a switch in my mind happened, turning all my focus to revenge and securing my position in the world.
Only now, with my limbs comfortably spread out on the soft bed I learned what it means to hear the fire cracking in the background. I learned what it meant to breathe fresh, clean air. Or what it was to have a lovable girl rubbing her entire, barely covered body against my skin.
"Are you feeling good?"
