Half a year later.
Broken Star stood before an electronic screen, sliding his fingertips across the touch panel as he filled in his information.
A line of text hung on the screen: Arctic Observation Station Staffing Application.
This was one of the best-paying jobs he had found in this world.
As he waited in line for his application to be reviewed, voices clamored around him and footsteps hurried past. Neon light shone through the glass curtain wall onto his face.
This was Earth.
A Minor World he had never imagined, even in his dreams.
It was so small that he could see the outline of the entire world just by flying high into the sky.
Compared with his homeland, "Monster World," this world was as tiny as a grain of sand.
Even now, he could not understand why he, who had already died in battle, had awakened from boundless darkness and opened his eyes to this unfamiliar world.
He had no warrior's body, no power of war, no comrades-the air here was so thin that it was as though no spiritual energy existed at all.
The beings who lived here also had pitifully short lifespans.
During this time, something extremely bizarre had happened.
Though he had crossed over for reasons unknown, he possessed a valid identity card in this world that could connect to the Star Network, along with a property ownership certificate bearing his name.
His name was listed as the owner.
It was as though he had belonged here from birth.
Yet the apartment still held information about its previous owner, who had died years ago, including family photographs, everyday belongings, and other things.
The previous owner had no children, and under Earth's laws, the apartment should have been reclaimed after their death.
Yet somehow, everything had become