Divine Magic International Airport, New York City.
The arrivals gate bustled with people coming and going, and among them was a young man with white hair, dressed in a wrinkled white shirt and black pants.
Though he appeared unremarkable at first glance, there was an air of naiveté and conceit about him, as if he expected the world to bow to him.
In his hand, he held a cup of boba tea, while a black leather backpack hung casually over his shoulder. Around his neck dangled a large silver key-shaped trinket, looking at which a greedy gleam sparkled in my eyes.
'Prototype Sword of Evolution. Just as I suspected, it hasn't merged with him yet.'
This young man, who intentionally or unintentionally exuded an aura of entitlement like a typical protagonist, was none other than Adam Taylor, the main character of this world, my "brother-in-law," and the sole apostle of Goddess Roshini.
