Time flew, and the years slipped by.
When the branches in Sharia changed color once more and the first light snowfall of early winter arrived, time quietly turned to the end of year 424 of the Dragon King Calendar.
Cui Ciyou stood by the window, holding a steaming cup of black tea as he quietly gazed at the courtyard blanketed in silver-white snow.
As someone who had transmigrated after only a cursory viewing of the first two anime seasons of Jobless Reincarnation in his previous life, the "foreknowledge" he considered his greatest trump card had more or less reached its limit here.
How would the story develop from here? What adventures would Rudeus encounter? What changes would this world undergo?
He had no idea.
Besides... Cui Ciyou watched his breath cloud the cold windowpane and laughed inwardly at himself.
Besides, this world's course had already changed beyond recognition from the moment a little butterfly like him began to flap its wings.
Paul had not died in the Displacement Labyrinth; Rold's family and the Boreas family had not suffered the ruinous Displacement Incident, either...
His intervention had sent countless lives down new, unknown paths. With a butterfly effect this enormous, his already hazy "foreknowledge" had probably long since ceased to be a useful reference.
Still, that was fine, too.
Cui Ciyou sipped his warm black tea, feeling the warmth slide down his throat into his stomach.
If I could really see everything the future held with perfect clarity, wouldn't life's journey lose most of its joy and meaning?
The unknown was what made it worth looking forward to.
"Mmm... Something... feels uncomfortable..."
Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains and cast a golden band across the room, Cui Ciyou slowly opened his