Book of Life

My name is Oran, and I have traveled through time. On the night of time travel, monsters attacked, the village was destroyed, and no one survived. Only I was saved by a beautiful and sexy magician. I was taken to a manor by her, where a maid took care of my daily life. I stretched out my hands and opened my mouth to eat. Everything seemed so beautiful. If you are an ordinary person, you may be addicted to this and not care about the world, but I am different. I am a time traveler. How can the knowledge possessed by a time traveler be comparable to that of others? How could an ordinary village be attacked by monsters? How could there be any survivors left in the village that should have been completely wiped out? This is not normal. All of this can only explain one problem. My time travel is man-made.