It has been a week since she came to this parallel world.
Just a week ago, the test results showed that the seventeen-year-old had recovered from the chronic disease she had been diagnosed with for two years.
There doesn't seem to be any overly happy mood, which is considered to be a normal one.
But that's all she remembered.
That night, the humanoid in the dream had nothing but gold, muttering something about "qualifications to intervene." Neither tall nor short, nor bloated or thin, as if some program had deliberately calculated the average figure for the world's cars.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
