Chapter 1: FRIH - 1
In the vast Nim Forest on the Northern Continent, Ronan, simply dressed and carrying a longsword, wandered aimlessly, the rain-moistened earth soft beneath his feet, the air filled with the scent of rain, moss, and pine, distant birds chirping unnoticed, sunlight dappling the forest floor, a tranquil scene contrasting with Ronan's inner emptiness.
A gold coin, tossed, landed in his palm, "Five days," he muttered, frustrated, "five days, and no town."
He crushed the coin to dust, the fragments scattering, he barely noticed, his mind elsewhere.
Leaning against a large tree, memories surged, he sighed wearily, "What good is infinite wealth without towns," he lamented, "what kind of forsaken place is this," he looked around, seeking an answer from the trees, "where did I end up?"
Five days earlier, Ronan had been an overworked office worker, that evening, he'd planned a relaxing session in his online game, aiming to apprentice under the legendary master in this game, then, he died.
Perhaps excitement, perhaps exhaustion, was the cause, it was sudden, yet understandable, he'd even thought, in that fading moment, that the next life might be better.
But there was no next life, instead, he'd transmigrated to another world, bringing his overpowered in-game abilities, he'd assumed life would be effortless.
But this world was deserted, no cities, villages, or people, only endless trees, days passed in silence.