For nearly a month, Klauthsura had kept his life meticulously arranged. Everything was so orderly.
He did not have to worry about vicious monsters appearing at any moment, guard against "champions of justice" who wanted to kill him as a Chosen of the Gods, or stay alert for belligerent medieval fools drawing their swords on him for no apparent reason...
Since crossing over to Ereel, Renato seemed never to have rested so thoroughly, so completely at ease.
From being hunted by the Harpers all the way from the North to falling into the Underdark, killing and death had shadowed him throughout that long journey.
Even when he had found brief "safe havens" during his adventures, such as the inn in Fried City and the residence in Sammoril, the eventual outcomes had shown that they were merely brief lulls before greater crises.
And after arriving in this other world, many of his beliefs had been utterly overturned and reshaped by reality. To survive, Renato had been forced to discard, one by one, many moral notions peculiar to modern people.
Things like the belief that money could do anything, an overabundance of "empathy," and indecision brought on by taking in too much information...
In Ereel, gold could not buy off "lunatics" with unshakable convictions. "Empathizing" with complete strangers only invited needless trouble, and hesitation when facing an enemy led to only one outcome: death.
Only strength served as a passport in this fantastical other world. As the sword in his hand grew faster and sharper, Renato became ever more certain of that answer.
The predicaments that had once troubled him naturally dissolved before an overwhelming disparity in strength, while the obstacles he had once needed to skirt would clear themselves out of his way when backed by sufficient force.
Yet now, this