There was very little he would and wouldn't do for Jessica. Even now just thinking about her resolved himself anew that he would work harder to survive this weird apocalypse system attack.
Although distant Jessica was still ever so close to the top of his mind. But he had to admit that she was not his. He had never even held her hand. Never given her a hug and definitely never kissed her. They had never spoken about their relationship except as friends. And Jessica had explained many times that she could never marry a boy like him.
At the time having her call him a boy had been humiliating since inside he was a transmigrator who was middle age at least even before passing between universes.
It was about his lack of talent. Or at least that had been his idea before. But now he was sufficiently distanced from the heat of being in her presence that he knew it might also be his mental condition, his test scores that revealed his autistic tendencies.
