The white horse appeared before Mike, clearly for something important.
The white dog, however, was confused, unsure of what the white horse intended to do.
"Master, are we heading back already?"
They had just arrived—wasn't it too soon to leave?
Coming here just to eat a few hamburgers, look at a gravestone, and then rush back?
Wasn't the schedule a bit too tight?
"We'll go back, but not yet."
Mike turned to the white horse and asked seriously,
"Can you take me back to the past? To this world's past—the time when I existed here."
The white horse stared coldly at Mike.
"Are you doubting me?"
No matter the world, it was a Truth Source fragment, an SSS-level talent.
Traversing the River of Time was as simple as eating or drinking for the white horse.
"Not at all."
Mike lowered his head and kicked the white dog lightly, explaining,
