Ronan checked the date and time on his watch. His brows furrowed.
It was the exact same moment as when he had first traveled to the other world.
"So time here hasn't moved at all?" he murmured.
That meant everything in this world had remained frozen while he was away.
A thought crept into his mind.
"If time here doesn't move… does that mean time in the Spiritual World also stops while I'm gone?"
He wasn't sure. But he hoped so.
Ronan let out a breath, his gaze shifting downward to the blood-stained sword in his hand. His clothes were soaked in red, the metallic scent of blood still fresh in the air.
He saw his phone at table. He take his phone, snapped a picture of his ruined clothes, then put the sword away.
Without another thought, he headed to the bathroom.
The hot water washed away the blood but did little to cleanse his mind. Noctis's injury, the burning village, the screams in the distance—it all replayed in his head.
Once he was clean, he put on fresh clothes and glanced at his wrist.
A timer had appeared.
6 Days: 23 Hours: 28 Minutes.
His heart pounded.
"If my guess is right… when this timer runs out, I'll be sent back to the Spiritual World."
That meant he had less than a week to prepare.
He clenched his fists.
"I need to get stronger. I need weapons. I need to be ready."
He sat on his bed, running through everything he had learned so far.
Every seven days, he would travel between worlds.
When he was in the Spiritual World, this world's time completely stopped.
But he wasn't sure if the Spiritual World's time also paused while he was gone.
"I will know when I return."
But that was a problem for later. Right now, he had one goal—
To prepare for battle.
His mind raced.
"First, I need a Healing Potion."
Noctis had taken a deep slash to the waist. If she didn't get proper treatment, she could die from blood loss or infection.
"Second, I need a gun."
A normal gun wouldn't do.
After fighting that robber, Ronan could tell—those men were as strong as him, maybe there would be some even stronger. He needed something capable of killing them instantly.
But getting both a Healing Potion and a gun wouldn't be easy.
Healing potions were expensive but still within reach—if he took out a loan.
The gun, though…
A regular firearm wouldn't cut it. He needed something special. A weapon strong enough to take down enemies who were stronger and faster than normal humans. If he want such weapon, only way was to get them from government.
After thinking through every possibility, only one option made sense—
"I need to let the people of Heaven Prime know about my ability… and use them."
It was risky. If they didn't believe him, he'd look insane. If they did, some might try to control him.
But it was the only way to get what he needed quickly.
Now, he just had to find the right person to approach—
Someone high-ranking but also willing to take a risk. Someone he could contact without too much trouble.
Ronan opened his laptop.
For the next two days, he barely slept. He dug through government officials, corporate executives, military leaders—anyone with enough power to help him but also reckless enough to take a chance.
Finally, he found the perfect candidate.
Naomi Varga.
A woman with connections, ambition, and a reputation for backing the impossible.
If anyone would listen… it was her.
Ronan exhaled, closing his laptop.
"Now… I just need to convince her."