The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, with faint thunder rumbling in the distance.
Aaron splashed lake water on the deck to wash away the ironclad evidence that could label him as a 'witch', sealed his fate with the authorities, and possibly result in the extermination of his whole family. He then slowly started to ponder:
"If I can't reach my original body... it means that I have no backup. In this world, I must struggle on my own, as an ordinary person... Sigh... "
"So, my primary goal is— to survive!"
"As long as I'm alive, it means the 'Ascension Ceremony' has not completely failed! This is the bare minimum!"
" My secondary goal, however, is to slowly explore the world while ensuring my survival, live a better life, and become stronger... "
"My existence is a lighthouse! A channel! A beacon! The stronger I am, the better chance I have of opening the channel to make contact with my original body!"
"Moreover... this body is not without potential to be dug..."
