Returnee from a different world
'Five years... it's been five years already,' Shin Suho thought as he gazed at the crimson sky above.
His hands were calloused now, his body scarred and hardened by battles against beasts he’d once believed could only exist in stories. Yet, no matter how much stronger he became, the ache in his chest never dulled.
'My wife probably married someone else by now. She deserves that, doesn’t she? I just disappeared without a word. No explanation, no goodbye.'
The thought struck like a blade to his heart, but he swallowed it down. His parents—what of them? Were they still mourning him, or had they moved on? No, moving on wasn’t their way. They’d likely held a small funeral, their tears shed in silence, waiting for their turn to leave the world.
Suho clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. 'And here I am, trapped in this godforsaken place.'
The world he was in now—this *mystical wasteland* of monstrous creatures and untamed arcane energy—wasn’t just a nightmare. It was his reality, a twisted, merciless reality.
He wasn’t one to believe in legends, not before this, but the story of the Eternal had kept him alive. A godlike being said to grant a single wish to the strongest warrior. It was his one hope.
'Return? If I can even make it out of this place, do I still have a home to go back to? A family to call my own?'
Every thought churned his mind like a storm, and it fueled his anger—an anger that burned brighter than the flames of this chaotic world. If there was no peace to be found in his thoughts, then he would crush this world, bending it to his will.
“For god’s sake,” Suho muttered, his voice low but full of venom. “I didn’t ask to be here. So, I’ll make this place pay for every second it keeps me away from them.”
The path forward wasn’t clear, but it won't stop Suho.
