Walking home, Klein felt utterly exhausted.
It was not as though he did backbreaking labor like hauling bricks. Strictly speaking, the Night Watchers were even fairly idle when there was nothing going on, especially the clerical staff. But what truly exhausted Klein was his mind.
He had inexplicably transmigrated, inexplicably become the target of someone's attention, inexplicably entered an extraordinary circle...
Klein rubbed his brow, feeling as though he had woken up to find himself standing ten thousand feet in the air, told to either walk a tightrope or jump.
He had chosen the tightrope, which was why he was still alive, but walking a tightrope was truly exhausting.
On one hand, he had to watch his footing and guard against the present. The people he had inexplicably provoked had not yet been completely dealt with. On the other, he had to watch what lay ahead; this world itself was hardly a stable environment.
At the same time, he had to find time to look back every now and then. Many parts of the original owner's memories were still unclear, and there might be traps lurking anywhere. If anyone discovered he had returned to life in another's body, he did not dare imagine the consequences.
Especially since he had only recently impersonated a god. He was feeling particularly guilty now.
Just then, a rich aroma of coffee drifted over, mingled with the scent of milk and something sweet, adding a touch of brightness to Tingen City's less-than-ideal air.
Klein's eyes lit up as he turned to look.
"Eh? Since when was there a café here... Oh, right, I remember. It seemed like this place had been under renovation for a while."
Having just transmigrated into a strange and dangerous world, Klein was desperately lacking a sense of security. Naturally, he