After transmigrating, he became a Grunt in the Devil King Army. He had tried to push himself—to grow braver with every battle, surpass his limits, surpass himself—but he discovered that, perhaps because of his values, he could not wholeheartedly embrace that philosophy. As a result, the effects were limited.
Yet during those more than ten years in that world, though he had been nothing more than a Grunt, he had experienced far too many brushes with life and death, too many treacherous situations. His once-weak heart had become incomparably resolute.
At the same time, it was precisely because of those experiences that he came to appreciate even more deeply the value of order in the real world, as well as the power of its swordsmanship.
The Basic Swordsmanship he had learned in the real world had contributed greatly to his surviving ten years in that other world.
Beep beep beep!
Just then, he suddenly realized that his phone was ringing.
When he checked it, he found that a girl he had once liked was discussing the earlier anomalous phenomena with others in the group chat.
In truth, he had muted all his group chats, but he had set special notifications for her.
Seeing her active in the group, in the past, he might have eagerly joined in. Then afterward, he would have secretly delighted in the fact that he had gotten to talk to her again.
But now, his heart was as still as water.
He did not look down on his former self. He only felt that his mindset back then had been rather interesting. No one was born resolute.
He had been himself in the past, and he was still himself now. He had simply been growing all along.
Without hesitation or delay, he directly removed her special