Prologue
Even now, Yuuto could recall the day he was summoned to Yggdrasil as vividly as if it were yesterday. One moment he was in the middle of the mountains; the next, he was tossed into a peculiar space made of brick where he’d been at the mercy of a dozen or so Western-looking men, their swords thrust at his neck. Unable to make any sense of the situation he found himself in, he was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of fear and anxiety.
The days that followed could only be described as a veritable hell. Every meal he was served was horrid—completely incompatible with his modern Japanese palate. Even so, his hunger eventually won out and made him manage to force it down without throwing up, only for him to be assailed with severe stomach pain, vomiting, and diarrhea. Every day, he trembled with the very real fear that he might succumb to malnourishment. He couldn’t trust anyone in this strange new world, yet he no longer had the strength to live independently. He didn’t understand the language of the people around him, but he could tell from their scornful gazes and haughty sneers that he’d fallen far below their expectations.
Every day he’d cursed his fate, wondering why he had to suffer so. All he’d done was take a picture of a divine object in a shrine! He had resented the deity who’d doled out such a harsh and unfair punishment. Not a day had gone by that he didn’t regret his foolish actions. But now, things were different. Now, he...
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