Invention, which has the meaning of unique or novel device, method, composition, idea, or process, does not always have to be something grand or world-changing. Sometimes, cutting a wooden board into a long, oval shape and attaching two pairs of small wheels underneath it for fun is already enough to introduce something novel to this stagnant world. And that's what Meteos thinks as he finally got the chance to create a "skateboard" amidst the generous work schedule of his workplace. With a new toy of his creation, he surfed home along the perpetually quiet San Redentore road as he finished his shift in the Alpha Edge Project. Occasionally he pushed the ground with one foot to regain speed the moment he felt that his trip had slowed down.
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Terramens 20, 1615 Central Calendar
San Redentore District, Runepolis
The icy grip of winter has finally loosened its hold in the Holy Milishial Empire, yielding to the gentle touch of the changing seasons. Nature, like a painter with a vibrant palette, adorned the forest on both sides of the road with hues of delicate pastels, as if brushing life onto a blank canvas. The ground that was once blanketed in snow now boasted a carpet of blossoms, their petals unfurling like secrets whispered on the wind. A harmonious chorus of chirping birds and rustling leaves celebrated this rebirth. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of budding trees, casting a dappled dance of light and shadow upon Meteos' path, chasing away the lingering chill of winter's farewell. The fragrance of blooming flowers enveloped him, an embrace that mingled with the sweet notes of hope and possibility. It was as if the world itself had donned a new attire, vibrant and resplendent, inviting him to share in its splendor.
However, despite finding himself in a tapestry of an awakening, a feeling of fatigue clung to Meteos like a heavy cloak, dragging his every step and eroding his usual resilience. The vibrant scenery seemed muted as if drained of its magic. The empty road, which usually gave him a sense of tranquility, now stretched before him like a desolate expanse, echoing his weary state of being.
Meteos inhaled the fresh air as much as his lung could afford, holding it for a moment, before exhaling it in a long and weary sigh.
"This annoying feeling has caught up to me again..." he murmured to no one, fully in realization on why his body felt this way.
Despite the measures he took, the adjustment in his sleep schedule to keep his mind and physique fresh, in the end, the rapidly increasing pace of the Alpha Edge Project and the sidequests he frequently took up on his own made his second life quite taxing, leaving little time for any sort of recreation or relaxation. His shift ended at midday, but his afternoons and evenings are far from leisurely, doing the aforementioned things.
Reincarnation aside, Meteos Roguerider is still a full-fledged human with all of its limitations, after all.
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"Angel Fruit, you say?"
Meteos recalled speaking that line when Robin found him and Walman having lunch in the cafeteria while showing them a long, but thin cardboard box she produced from her bag. He remembered earlier in the morning she had gone to the post office to retrieve a package. This must be it.
"Yup!" Robin cheerfully answered, "I might or might not have told my mom about how tired you kids can become during your shifts, so since she happened to order a bunch of these fruits from abroad, she decided to package some of them and told me to share it with you."
"That's very kind of Mrs. Candee," Meteos remarked.
"Huh? A fruit that can cure tiredness?"
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