As stupid as it sounded, Nolan had to believe the system's suggestion to be possible.
There truly might be a race in this world that is advanced enough, and possesses enough power, to help him return to Alteria. But he could guess such a race would be an incredibly powerful and renowned entity to have the ability to travel between worlds.
Still, that left the most important question: why in the world would they want to help someone like him?
If they possessed the power to travel between worlds, then he could assume they were probably stronger than he was.
Why shouldn't they just drill their swords into his head at first sighting?
[That's simple. Give them a reason!]
"What?"
[You don't understand. Picture it like this: the race you need help from is Quinn, the barbarian guy who's been kicking your ass since you were—]
"I KNOW!" Nolan barked out aloud.
[Good. And you are you, of course.]
