John continued to walk through the forest, keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of danger. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He spun around, ready to defend himself, but was surprised to see a small, wizened old man standing before him.
"Greetings, traveler," the old man said, a smile spreading across his weathered face. "You look lost. Can I help you find your way?"
John hesitated, unsure whether to trust the old man or not. But something in the old man's eyes put him at ease.
"I don't really know where I am," John admitted. "I just woke up here."
The old man nodded sagely. "Ah, I see. You're not the first to find yourself in this situation, and you won't be the last." He paused, considering John for a moment. "Tell me, what do you seek in this new world?"
John thought for a moment before answering. "I want to become the strongest," he said. "I want to learn everything I can about this world and my new abilities."
The old man smiled.