That night…
Hazuki lay sprawled out on the cheap bed in the modest dwarven inn, the rough mattress creaking under him.
The room was dim, lit only by moonlight streaming in through the open window.
Outside, the town had already gone quiet.
No more hammering.
No more shouting.
Just a peaceful silence that wrapped around the stone walls like a blanket.
On the pillow beside him, Ridan had already dozed off—
a puffy, misty cloud tucked neatly into a dent in the pillow, faintly snoring with a soft fwoosh… fwoosh…
Hazuki turned his head and stared at the stars.
The night sky stretched endlessly, uncaring, distant.
And somewhere in that silence… his thoughts stirred again.
"Why was I even isekai'd here?"
"For what purpose?"
He sighed through his nose.
"Seriously… the other isekai protagonists… they got divine titles. Chosen by gods. Given overpowered skills. Legendary weapons."
