'Since neither the old gravedigger nor Zorro had any trouble before, the cemetery should be safe...'
'Or... did a Ghoul only recently wander over here?'
'What a pain... Zorro's got nothing but the clothes on his back. Could he even move? Quit his job?'
'With my current body, no job and no food... am I supposed to play wilderness survival? That'd be way too miserable.'
The hardships of living in the wild were beyond what modern people could imagine; even the ancients would have found them hard to endure.
Unless driven to the very brink, he was still unwilling to give up his current stable circumstances.
After all, Zorro's identity was simply too useful!
The only person who had known him well, the old gravedigger, was already dead. His impersonation of the man was flawless.
Aaron walked along the road to Yanan Town with a wooden stick in hand.
At the same time, he set himself a small goal:
"First, live well—at least hold on until the dimensional descent ends... I just hope the difference in the flow of time between the two sides isn't too terrifying."
"Second, improve myself along the way. Explore the supernatural system of this low-dimensional world and merge it with the spiritual system..."
Before long, the outline of a town appeared before Aaron's eyes.
The small road paved with bluestone slabs had weathered the years without losing its freshness, but tall watchtowers stood at the entrance.
Archers patrolled atop the watchtowers, and the sight left Aaron with a bad feeling.
The presence of this building made for war seemed to foretell one thing—peace had never existed on this land. It had always been mired in turmoil.
Since he was a familiar face, Zorro was not troubled by the patrolling militia and entered the town directly.