Chapter 2: Stranger in a Strange Land
A sword hung at his waist.
A sword? In this day and age?
It looked real, not just some kind of decorative. Designed for actual combat.
The man was tall—easily over two meters—with a strong, well-built frame.
As Shiao Yi looked up at him, part of him wondered if this was a film set.
The man’s face was striking, the kind of beauty rarely seen. His golden hair fell in soft waves down to his back and it was tied neatly behind his neck. His eyes were a cold, clear blue—like ice.
Even just standing there, the man looked like something out of a painting—handsome and striking. He had to be a famous actor or some kind of celebrity. Shiao Yi wouldn’t know, though. He had never watched a movie or a video in his life. His life had never allowed for those kinds of pleasures.
Still, he was impressed by how detailed everything looked. If this was a performance, they had gone all out. For a moment, he had believed it was real.
It seemed like he had somehow stumbled onto a film set. Maybe—just maybe—no one here knew who he really was. That faint possibility gave him a small flicker of hope.
At the same time, the man suddenly spoke.
Shiao Yi frowned slightly, confused. He didn’t understand the language. The words were completely unfamiliar. He had studied and memorized the languages of many human colonies and allied species—he should have understood something. Was this place really so isolated?