Morning dew condensed on the blades of grass, then evaporated. The copper bells beneath the eaves swayed, their edges worn smooth.
The little sapling by the door had now grown tall enough to reach the second-floor windowsill, its bark etched with countless rings no one had ever bothered to count.
One morning, Harry stood before a mirror, studying his reflection. Somehow, the childishness had faded from his face, and he had become the version of himself from the Multiverse World.
Just then, Harry suddenly heard someone calling his name outside the window. After saying goodbye to his mother, he strolled out of the wooden house.
The moment he stepped outside, a gust of wind swept past.
The wind was still the same wind, the street was still the same street, and the people were still the same people. Yet in the blink of an eye, eighteen years had passed, and Harry's soul fragment in the Soul Reaper World had grown up!
When Harry had first devised his plans, he had taken the difference in the flow of time into account.
Traveling between worlds was actually simple, but controlling the flow of time was far more difficult.
However, the existence of the Time Stone had saved Harry a great deal of trouble.
That was how he had managed to complete all his preparations in such a short time.
Now, under the control of his time formation, time in the Multiverse World flowed at one percent the speed of time in the Soul Reaper World.
Eighteen years had passed in the blink of an eye in the Soul Reaper World, while barely two months had passed in the Multiverse World.
And now, the soul fragment he had left in the Soul Reaper World had reached a turning point in his life.
Harry