The next moment, a dimly lit world unfolded before his eyes.
It was a barren wasteland.
As far as the eye could see, not a single blade of grass grew. The ground was covered in dry, cracked earth and scattered with dull, lifeless chunks of metal and stone—most of them so faded they looked more like chalk than anything valuable. The sight made several people twitch at the corners of their mouths. Some just went numb.
"This is it?!"
So the old saying was true after all—high hopes lead to crushing disappointment.
Before arriving, he'd had big expectations for this Plane World. He'd even brushed off Cicero's earlier "friendly warning," thinking it was just the guy being overly cautious.
And now? Great. Just great. The place was a total dump.
Seriously, was his luck really this bad?
His very first Plane World, and he ends up in this godforsaken wasteland?
No way he was that cursed… right?
