As the changes in his field of vision began approaching reality, and the inertia brought by matter began taking shape, Roland, who had experienced this once before, landed steadily on the ground.
He opened his eyes and looked at this utterly unfamiliar world.
Buildings in the style of medieval Europe, stone-paved streets bearing traces of age-at first glance, this seemed like an ancient or fantastical otherworld, but the inconspicuous modern facilities tucked around the buildings were enough to disprove that absurd answer.
"This should be some unremarkable little city somewhere in Europe."
Roland made a rough assessment.
Although there were some modern facilities here, they were unobtrusive. While this might not have stemmed from any noble reason like preserving the cityscape, but simply from a lack of money for development, the fresh, unpolluted air around him still made it easy to like the place.
However.
"Whew... ugh."
Roland took a deep breath, stuck out his tongue, and instinctively spat as though he had accidentally inhaled dust.
"I expected this while I was outside, but now that I'm actually in here, it's still a little hard to stomach."
After he entered this new world, the material world that supported reality presented an entirely peaceful, tranquil picture.
Both order and the elements existed in stability, and on the surface, there were no signs of any world-spanning catastrophe.
Compared to the despairing environment of No Game No Life back then, with its red sky filled with spirit remains and pollution, its dead planet, and almost every race slaughtering one another for the simple goal of survival, this was an immeasurably better start.
Yet Roland's face was filled with revulsion, the complete opposite of his expression back then.
Much better?
From an ordinary person's perspective, that was certainly true.
Just like the mortals in