Five hundred miles away, inside a half-collapsed building, a fat young man sat cross-legged on the ground.
In front of him stood a withered tree that had somehow grown through the cracked stone floor of the ruins.
At the base of the tree rested a small black box made from some unknown material.
Floating quietly just above the box was a blue crystal.
The Primordial Star Core Fragment.
The fat young man looked to be in his early twenties.
His body was round and slightly chubby, his stomach pressing slightly against his loose robe. His cheeks were plump, giving him an almost harmless appearance. But his small eyes were sharp and constantly shifting, revealing a hint of shrewdness and caution.
A few faint scars could be seen on his arms, proof that despite his seemingly lazy appearance, he had already experienced several battles in this new world. At his waist hung a storage pouch, while a short, heavy blade rested loosely in his hand.
