"There was no helping it. Moore was just like that."
As it turned out, people's lives really did take different paths to the same destination.
Even if you got another chance at life, you might still make the same choice for entirely different reasons.
After a relatively calm journey through the air, Fu Qian still hadn't jumped straight into the sea halfway through the trip this time. Instead, amid dark clouds and howling winds, he entered a familiar place.
And when he tried to switch to another mode of transportation, he got the same answer as before.
Even the person speaking to him wasn't the middle-aged man with the little mustache from last time, which proved beyond a doubt that this was a stereotype about the city of Moore.
"Let me guess. Unless you're being hijacked by a madman, it's hard to find a ship willing to head out to sea at a time like this, right?"
The line from before was still fresh in his memory, so Fu Qian recited it himself.
"Um... that's right."
The man across from him was younger, after all, and seemed a little uncomfortable under Fu Qian's invisible pressure.
It was mainly because Fu Qian's face showed no emotion, which only made him seem more imposing.
His completely bald head was even harder to look at directly.
That was right. Since he'd come at someone's invitation, Fu Qian had given his appearance some special consideration.
Naturally, he hadn't used his real face. But he hadn't gone so far as to use Old Master Lu's real face, either.
Instead, he'd let his creativity run wild and made a younger version of Old Master Lu.
Considering the old man's face was all wrinkles and his features were gaunt, this had taken some effort.
Fortunately, the result