Two hours had passed since that fateful moment in the park.
Alexander initially believed he was in the Veridian Empire, given the elderly scholarly man's appearance and the lush vegetation around him. This was where he found himself after his transmigration.
Fortunately, he was mistaken.
As he had hoped, Alexander realized he was actually in the Polemian Empire, more specifically its capital the city of Moonsword.
it held a vast array of stunning and breathtaking buildings.
The culture shock Alexander felt as he watched this was unimaginable.
Vehicles levitated without any external assistance.
Buildings that moved through the air without hinderance.
The sky was constantly stimulated with advertisements from companies.
Quite ironically when Alexander saw was reminded of his own home city New York.
And the people were enviously good-looking,
Most passerbyers had Alexander internally drop his jaw,
No one seemed to notice Alexander as he walked by; everyone was preoccupied with their own hectic lives.
He had a specific destination in mind, guided by the faint memories of Alex Hawthorn that lingered in his mind since his transmigration.
"From the few of Alex's memories, his abode should be located somewhere over there"
When Alexander spoke of the original owner of the body, he specifically voiced it in a tone that made it known he was talking to a stranger.
It wasn't his responsibility to burden himself with Alex's own strifes, From what Alexander deduced from the few objects he found in his garments, he gathered a ring, which was our equivalent of a phone, and twenty Sals.
'Alex has a mother but his father was either dead or absent from his life, he also has an elder sister but from the texts I read she seems very distant from Alex, I can only hope she wasn't one of those tsundere bitches ' Alexander internally sighed as we walked along the trail of stone slabs to the direction he assumed was his new house.
Alexander intentionally took the longest path to reach the abode due to wanting to view the city and enjoy its splendor.
The people as mentioned were very quiet.
'The city is so different from what I envisioned,'
'I would think that in a war-stricken empire as Polemian the people would seem more brutish and harsh?'
'Guess perceptions a bitch'
'Wait now I remember' Alexander spoke palming his face while shaking his head in disbelief.
'It's the new emperor's ascension to the throne, that's why everyone is on edge'
'No one wants to be marked as a traitor for showing any discontent for the new regime'
Alex walked several around several more city blocks, the amount of struggle he felt moving for that amount of time was pitiful and annoyingly so.
Eventually, Alexander reached the previous owner's abode.
It was a fine building, its front seemed constructed with a simple yet aesthetically pleasing design, it was cramped between two other buildings of similar design while maintaining a greater plot of space.
It reminded Alexander of a simple townhouse in New York.
For however long Alex just stood in front of the metallic door, its metallic gleam reflected a steady stream of sunlight into Alexander's face.
Reaching his hand forward Alexander placed his pale palm against the door's surface.
Immediately a pale blue light of a checkered pattern shone analyzing Alexander's body or most importantly the ring that rested on his middle finger.
[Resident Alex,]
[entry-positive]
As he read those words the metallic door de-manifested creating an entry for Alexander.
'let's get this over with,'