"Haah..."
Sitting on the sofa and hugging a black rabbit Cloth Doll, Sora let out a long sigh and curled herself up.
This was Brother's world...
Ever since coming to this world, Sora had always felt a little melancholy deep down.
It was not because Fang Zheng had neglected her. Aside from when he was fighting, Fang Zheng still cared deeply about Sora. Yet for Sora, there was an underlying sense of unease.
Because Sora had realized that she apparently could not help Fang Zheng with anything.
After arriving at Heavenly Dao Palace, Sora had met and greeted Kurumi, Asuna, Eriri, Black Cat, and the others under Fang Zheng's introduction. Their first impressions of one another had been fairly good, but... after seeing what everyone could do, Sora began to feel restless.
She did not possess combat strength like Kurumi or Atalanta. Of course, they were not human in the first place. But even among humans, Asuna, Eriri, and Black Cat could bravely take to the battlefield and kill enemies. Not only that, they prepared meals for Fang Zheng, and Sora often saw them gathered around Fang Zheng, discussing things like game settings.
But Sora could not contribute to any of that.
She could not cook, and because of Fang Zheng, Sora could barely even take care of basic household chores. One could not expect a sixteen-year-old who still had her brother wash her underwear to have much self-sufficiency. As for being an otaku, Sora did enjoy surfing the internet, but she was not a veteran otaku like Eriri or Black Cat, so they had little in common to talk about.
Although Black Cat and Eriri had tried hard several times to draw Sora into their conversations, Sora always killed the conversation within a few sentences... and ultimately slunk away