Cold.
That was the first thing I felt.Then the gentle rocking beneath me.
I coughed violently, saltwater burning my throat as I forced my eyes open. Above me stretched an endless sky—clear, blue, uncaring. Beneath me was a crude wooden platform, barely held together with broken planks and rope.
"…I'm alive?"
I tried to move and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through every inch of my body. My arms felt heavy. My head throbbed like it was splitting apart.
Fragments of memory flooded back.
The pirates.
The cutlass.
The closeness with death and
the punch.
The shockwave.
The sea exploding.
I swallowed hard.
"I… killed them."
The words felt unreal.
Pirates… and his crew.
Back in my world, death was something distant. A statistic on the news. A line in a story.
Here, it was something I had caused.
My hands trembled.
But meaning didn't matter.
The ocean stretched endlessly around me. No ships. No land. Just water and sky meeting at a cruel horizon.
I lay there for a long time, letting the waves carry me.
Eventually, the weight in my chest eased—not gone, but dulled.
"This isn't the time," I muttered hoarsely.
"Regret won't keep me alive."
I forced myself to focus.
That power… the thing I unleashed.
A blessing.
Mine.
The realization sent a chill down my spine.
Extras weren't supposed to have blessings.
At least—not ones like that.
I searched my memory desperately, flipping through the plot of Skyborn again and again.
Nothing.
No mention of shockwaves.
No unnamed extra awakening a destructive power.
No ripple in fate like this.
So either the story had changed… or I had never belonged to it in the first place.
The sun began to sink.
Hunger clawed at my stomach.
Using a broken plank, I managed to spear a small fish that drifted too close. I stared at it for a few seconds—then sighed and bit in.
Raw. Slimy. Salty.
"Disgusting," I muttered while forcing it down.
Four hours passed slowly.
The sky darkened, stars blinking into existence one by one.
Then—
Land.
A dark silhouette rose from the horizon.
My heart jumped.
Finally An island.
I scrambled upright and used my hands, feet—anything—to push and redirect the wooden scrap. Waves slapped against it, but slowly, agonizingly, the shape grew clearer.
I reached the shore just as exhaustion overtook me.
I collapsed onto sand.
---
The island was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Tall oak forests surrounded the coastline, their shadows stretching long under moonlight. At the center of the island rose a massive mountain—its peak hidden among drifting clouds, silent and imposing.
From a distance, warm lights dotted the land.
Houses.
At night, the town looked like fallen stars scattered across the earth.
I staggered toward it.
The town was small—closer to a village really. Stone roads. Wooden houses. Slanted roofs. It reminded me of medieval European towns I'd seen in pictures back home.
A tall, well-built man passed by. He wore a yellow Hawaiian-style shirt and half pants—oddly casual for this world.
I stopped him.
"E-Excuse me," I said. "Which island is this?"
He blinked. "Zaiga Island."
"…Mount Zaiga?"
"Same thing," he shrugged. "The mountain's what we're known for."
"Is there an inn nearby?"
He pointed down the road. "Third turn. Can't miss it."
"Thank you."
He waved and continued on.
I walked toward the inn, my legs heavy but my heart strangely calm.
Inside, I placed my remaining coins on the counter. The innkeeper barely glanced at me before handing over a key.
My room was simple. It had everything the bed , a window and even a washroom.
As i realise how tired I was
I simply collapsed onto the mattress.
And slept.
---
Morning came quietly.
Sunlight streamed through the window.
For the first time since arriving in this world, I felt… rested.
I sat up slowly.
"Alright," I whispered. "Time to figure things out."
First—my blessing.
Training here, inside town, was too dangerous.
I glanced toward the mountain looming in the distance.
"…Guess that's my destination."
Whatever I'd awakened—
I needed to understand it.
and fast.