Chapter 196
Watching the guy crouched in front of him hurriedly eating some unknown red berries, he suddenly had such a thought.
He wondered if the choice he had made might have been hopeless.
Think about it.
When thinking about meeting Yurik before everything happened, ordinary people usually assume that some fairly developed civilization would exist.
He had thought the same.
Though Yurik had said with his own mouth that he had 'lived for a very long time,'
His meager imagination had only focused on the fact that Yurik was old, but hadn't thought about 'how long he might have lived.'
The result of such reckless action without considering the consequences was this place visible before his eyes.
It was an unfamiliar landscape that looked like viewing the primitive Earth from the Cambrian period.
The ground had a reddish tint, and because rocks had not yet undergone sufficient weathering or erosion, barren wastelands with rough terrain were more visible than flat lands covered with soil. The plants he knew naturally didn't exist.
No matter how carefully he looked, all he could see were occasional blackish moss-like things. In fact, he wasn't sure if these were actually moss or even plants to begin with.
Strange gas smells often lingered in the hot air, and humidity was high.
The endlessly spread sky was far too blue.
It was a primordial sky without a single speck of pollution.
An endless red wilderness and a sky with no visible limits...
Though he felt slightly dizzy at the fact that he had recklessly fallen onto a primitive planet,
There was one more thing that made him even more dizzy than the present situation.
"Hey."
When he called, the guy who had shoved berries into his mouth looked up.
Red eyes with considerably diminished wariness and suspicion stared at him intently.
One of the questions he currently had.
Was this bastard really the Yurik den Menadia he knew?
Of course, he certainly looked unmistakably like Yurik.
Though short, he had grayish-white platinum hair color and uncommon bright red eyes.
But this Yurik was... much younger and injured than he remembered.
This Yurik had thin limbs and was shorter than him. His narrow shoulders and thin frame were evidence that he hadn't fully grown yet.
His face was also round with baby fat that hadn't completely disappeared. He looked maybe fourteen at most, fifteen if being generous?
His small hands had so many wounds he couldn't even guess what he had done to get them. Though scarred and painful-looking, the unblemished skin was pale white and soft.
And the clothes.
Looking at clothes that seemed like sackcloth roughly tied and secured with string, he wondered if they were self-made.
"...Are you really Yurik? Answer me. Are you Yurik?"
No matter how many times he asked, the kid who resembled Yurik just flinched and gasped for breath.
Seeing his posture gradually lowering, he looked like a cat preparing to pounce.
"Don't tell me you can't speak?"
"......"
Finally, Yurik bared his teeth.
Oh my, he really was no different from a wild animal.
His head throbbed at this unexpected situation he hadn't anticipated.
Of course, as could be seen from the surroundings, there was no way civilization could exist in such a place.
So human civilization hadn't developed yet? Fine. That could be the case.
This era might still be a time when language didn't properly exist yet. He understood that completely.
Language was a means of communication created for people to interact with each other.
If there were no people, there would be no language either.
But what was he supposed to do if language itself was suddenly imposed as a setting Yurik couldn't handle!
Seeing Yurik baring his teeth and growling as if he were some Tarzan raised in the jungle was absurd.
Was he going to bite? Was he a dog? A dog?
"...I understand you're not feeling very good. So stay there quietly. I'll back away."
He roughly tucked the book and quill under his arm, showed his empty hands, and slowly moved away from him.
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