When Bai Ling opened his eyes in the infirmary and saw Warfarin, he assumed he’d been isekai’d back to Terra.
But he hadn’t.
He’d arrived on Tàwèi II—a planet that felt familiar, yet subtly wrong, as if it were Terra’s reflection seen through warped glass.
Here, the one who gave him a sense of déjà vu was the Re-Traveler; the ones who truly felt familiar were the Long-Lived.
One day in the cafeteria, Bai Ling caught himself staring at Eldera, turning a single question over and over in his mind:
If the people from Terra’s era could meet the Endfield present head-on… what would happen?
Later, while training with Eldera, another thought slipped out—half wish, half impulse:
If only Eyjafjalla were here.
And then, impossibly, the wish came true.
Eyjafjalla stared at a girl who looked almost exactly like herself, curiosity quietly rising in her eyes.
Ch’en looked at Chen Qianyu and, in the back of her mind, couldn’t help the blunt commentary: She doesn’t look very smart…
Hellagur watched the young mounted guard, and for a moment the past stood up in front of him.
Angelina and Jelperta compared field-scanning techniques, trading notes like old colleagues who’d finally found someone worth talking shop with.
And two red-haired girls sat side by side, thinking hard—each trying to figure out the same question:
Who am I, really?