Chapter 99 - Foundations in the Sand
The next morning, Khisa walked along the bustling port, the salty breeze brushing against his skin as he watched the workers hauling crates, loading ships, and shouting in half a dozen languages. Despite the chaos, there was a strange beauty to it all — different people, different tribes, banding together to build something greater than themselves.
For the first time in days, Khisa allowed himself a small smile.
I have to do well, he thought, his hands curling into determined fists.
[You need to take a break, Khisa. You’re pushing yourself too hard. All this is too much for one person to handle,]
Ayaan’s calm, mechanical voice chimed in his mind, tinged with a rare note of concern.
"I know that, Ayaan," Khisa sighed aloud. "But what choice do we have? I’m aware of my shortcomings. Even if I wanted to, I can’t save everyone... but I can at least give them a chance to survive."
[It is unfortunate you were reborn in this era. Perhaps in another time, you would have had more fun.]
Khisa chuckled, a low sound from deep in his chest.
"If I had a choice, I would have picked a world full of science fiction... or magic," he said wistfully. "I definitely miss the convenience of electronics. But... the friends and family I have now? They’re irreplaceable. Because of them, I want to build a better future."
[Would I be a better system if I could grant you skills and magic?] Ayaan asked, her voice unusually soft.
Khisa smiled warmly. "No, you’re exactly what I needed. The information you give me is invaluable. You were my first companion in this world, Ayaan. You’re the best."