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Earth, aboard the Scorching Sun's cafeteria.
"So this really is another space-time."
He had been fighting from the moment he crossed over, without a single pause. Only after severely damaging the insect main city and destroying the True Dragon did Ryoma Nagare finally get a chance to catch his breath and talk, confirming that he truly was no longer in the space-time of Re:Genesis.
Before him sat a standard Hunter's Meal, personally prepared by a Palico trained under the head chef. As one of the Scorching Sun's specialties, the set contained plenty of mushrooms.
Among delicacies from the mountains and seas, mushrooms counted among the treasures of the mountains. The aroma that burst forth from cooking them in oil alone was enough to make one's mouth water.
Yet in Ryoma's mouth, it seemed to have no particular flavor. His body was merely eating on instinct, replenishing what it lacked, while his mind was nowhere near the meal.
That was understandable. After all, the point in time when he had crossed over was far more complicated than Heart Domon's. His ties to his original world ran deep, and there were far too many unfinished matters left behind.
He could comfort himself by saying that he should make peace with where he was, but he could not truly fool himself.
And that was not all. Through the old man's projected final message, he had indirectly learned the truth about the past.
Invader Beasts—pitiful yet incomparably dangerous Getter Line parasites. He had never imagined that such things could control those around him without him noticing at all.
And considering that the stinking old man had chosen to drag the Invader Beast parasitizing him down with him, along with the matter of bloodline inheritance, Michiru probably...
"You don't need to worry too much