The twin suns of Loria had finally vanished beneath the edge of the world. Like two golden gods bowing in tandem, they left behind a trail of lingering light that stretched across the sky like fading ink in water. The warmth retreated, replaced by the tender embrace of twilight, and the vast canvas above began to dim, colors bleeding into one another, washing the heavens with deep purples, bruised violets, and indigo shadows.
Rony blinked out of his daze. The moment of awe had passed, and with the last glimmer of the second sun, reality slowly returned to his senses. He turned his gaze behind him—and froze. The once mesmerizing forest had transformed. What had earlier been an emerald sea of rustling tranquility now loomed in haunting silence. Trees rose like towering monoliths into the night, their thick trunks blackened and obscured by a curtain of shadows. The forest had grown darker, pitch black in places, an abyss with no bottom. But eerily, it was quiet—too quiet. No rustling, no snarls, no glowing eyes in the dark.
He hadn't encountered any beasts, monsters, or even a hint of something watching him. In a world like Loria, that was almost impossible.
"That means... I must be near a city or a town," he murmured under his breath, eyes narrowing. "Monsters tend to avoid the borders of civilized zones."
He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and moved along the sand-forest border. His feet dragged a bit, his body still slightly overwhelmed by all the beauty—and danger—he had witnessed. As he walked, he resumed a quiet monologue, half to himself, half to the stars above.
"Loria... this world has its own concept of adventure. It isn't just about fighting. It's survival. Wonder. Mystery."
The night air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of salt from the sea and earth from the forest.
"This world... it's always surrounded by mysteries. There are oceans no one's mapped, mountains no one's climbed. Floating islands. Forgotten ruins. Forests that move. Even the surface—only a tiny fraction of it has ever been explored. Compared to Earth, it's..."
He paused and looked back up at the sky. A galaxy of stars stretched like a luminous road above. Some sparkled in colors he'd never seen—deep greens, icy blues, fiery reds. Like gemstones scattered on velvet. The galaxy above Loria was visible with the naked eye. Spiraling arms of stardust and light curled over him. He felt both small and infinite beneath it.
"...it's something else entirely."
He shook his head. "No time to get lost in thoughts again."
He turned his attention to the task at hand. If he couldn't find shelter in a city, he'd have to make his own. He started searching for fallen branches—long and thick enough to build a simple tent. He found several under the massive trees, their trunks wide as towers, their branches like crooked arms frozen mid-motion.
Rony picked up a branch, then another. His arms ached.
"I can't even climb one of these trees," he muttered, slightly amused at himself. "What did you expect? A kid who spent his whole life running to work and back, suddenly swinging like Tarzan?"
He chuckled softly, then groaned as he dragged the last branch across the soft sand. "No super strength, no cheat skills. Just an extra, playing a lead for the first time."
With slow determination, he began to construct his tent. Not because he had experience, but because he had read about it in novels, seen it in survival games, and watched others do it. It felt strange—building shelter in a fantasy world with nothing but scattered memories of fiction.
He found a natural slope between two stones and leaned the branches against each other, forming a makeshift ridge. Then, he plucked massive leaves from the surrounding brush—some almost his height—and layered them atop the structure, patching up the holes as best he could. It wasn't elegant, but it would do.
He stepped back and wiped his brow. "Tent: done. Fire: unknown. Hunger: managed. Hope: still burning."
Rony looked up again. The stars had gathered closer, it seemed. The moon of Loria had begun to rise from behind the thundercloud-wreathed mountains to the north, casting silver light across the sea. It was massive—larger than Earth's moon—and slightly blue, like a glowing sapphire.
"Beautiful..." he whispered, lying down on the ground in front of his tent, facing the sky.
His chest rose and fell with a slow rhythm. The air was cool, but the stars above gave him warmth in a strange way. He felt the presence of something ancient, something watching over him.
Somewhere, a breeze rolled in from the ocean, and the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore returned. The peace of the place was both fragile and profound.
"I don't have a permit," he whispered, continuing his train of thought. "Even if I reach a city, I can't enter. And if I do… I might not be able to leave. Without money, I'm just another stray."
He didn't let the thought sour his heart. Instead, he breathed in the cold, clear air and focused on what he could control.
He shifted slightly, the sand soft beneath him. "Tomorrow, I'll head toward that village or city... maybe I'll hunt a few beasts, sell their parts. Materials from monsters are valuable. Used in alchemy, mana engineering, medicine, weapons."
His eyes drifted shut. "That's how adventurers earn, right?"
He fell silent, his thoughts meandering like a drifting boat on calm waters.
He wasn't some heroic protagonist. He didn't have a sword or a spell. But he had something else: a will to move forward, even when the world felt impossibly big.
As he lay still, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Then another.
He smiled, eyes half-lidded. "Even stars know how to run... guess I can too."
And with that final thought, Rony rolled onto his side, pulling the edge of a massive leaf over his body like a blanket. The night surrounded him like a lullaby—waves humming, stars shining, and wind whispering secrets only the brave could hear.
Sleep took him gently, under a galaxy that stretched forever, in a world vast and full of mystery.
Tomorrow would come. But tonight, he rested.
The adventure had just begun.
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