I spent a few hours packing my belongings before embarking on my journey with only a little backpack.
My father and my other relatives dissuaded me with the general belief that I wouldn't make it big there.
I only shook my head with a bitter smile. I had zero intention of staying.
I lived far from Bluewave City.
Sitting in the long-distance coach, I gradually fell into a deep sleep.
After three days of traveling, eating, shitting, and sleeping, I finally made it to the city.
It was night time when I arrived and it was only then that I realized Grandfather hadn't told me the way to Blemish of Time. All I knew was that it was underneath Bluewave City.
I found a shabby inn and rented a room for a night, pondering over Grandfather's last speech.
His words replayed in my mind and two words stood out.
Porter and rules.
That shouldn't be hard to find.
