Fear of returning home?
Link had no such feelings.
It was just that the closer he got to the Quete Archipelago, the more vivid his past memories became.
Back then, he had just soul-transmigrated, or to put it more accurately, awakened his innate wisdom.
He was filled with fear for the unknown world, yet also brimming with curiosity.
Like a tiny snail wanting to travel far, yet instinctively measuring the surroundings with its antennae before moving.
He harbored a system he considered a standard accessory for transmigrators, and secretly kept a pride known to no one else.
His father was a blacksmith who made a living by forging farming and fishing tools.
His mother, in addition to managing the household, raised sheep and dairy cows.
Life was without hunger or cold; though not affluent, they were not quite comfortable either, but Link had never suffered from starvation or frost.
