Weeks passed.
On the surface, Arya lived like any other student.
He woke up every morning to sunlight spilling through his window. He ate breakfast with his family. He walked to school, attended classes, returned home, and slept under a roof that should not have existed anymore.
Yet no matter how normal his days appeared, his mind never rested.
This world did not have dungeons.
He had confirmed it again and again.
There were no gates. No spatial distortions. No emergency alarms. No adventurer associations. No rankings. No awakenings. Nothing that belonged to the world he had fought and bled in.
At first, that terrified him.
Then it confused him.
And finally, it made him suspicious.
A world without dungeons should have been peaceful. But this one felt tense in ways that could not be explained. People forgot things easily. Old buildings stood where records said nothing existed.
Mountains shifted slightly between days.
Paths felt longer than they should be.
