The first day came and went in what some would call blissful silence, and in what others would call awkward silence, as not much was said as we travelled across the land.

Except, of course...

"Man, I really am in a fantasy world." I hear Hernon mumble, taking on a gigantic grin that almost borders on a full-on smile.

Everyone, even Hernon, was enjoying the grand sights and vistas the new world provided, the fresh air that seemed to be everywhere, and mulling over what had actually just happened. Though some people took it not quite as well as others, as it didn't take long for Nori, the person with the white dress and fox ears, to realise they indeed had fox ears.

It was already interesting to see how it works from my perspective, and it must have been a real shock to the system when she found out they work.

"So, what happened to your normal ears? Do you even have any normal ears? Or is it only the ones on the top of your head?" I asked absentmindedly, a little bored.

The sun was slowly setting, out past the giant floating islands mentioned earlier, casting eerie shadows over the rolling hills, jagged rocks and spread out trees. It was as we passed a tree I mentioned this question, and I swear I saw just a slight frost spread on the tree before Nori turned and redirected my attention.

"Don't. I'm not in the mood." They say, oblivious to the twitch in their ears, tail, and the mild frost on the tree that already seems to be disappearing.

Huh, weird.

"Alright, gang, the sun will go down soon, and I don't want to run into any monsters and die so early in this new world," Hernon says, sitting down on a flat area near the top of the hill, near the tree as they inspect their clothing and presumably their status.

"So, do you guys want to share what you did back on Earth? It might help us survive. I was a professional gamer; before you say anything, it might actually help us here if you haven't read the status." They say, clarifying.

No one immediately says anything, all waiting for each other to start, not really wanting to speak about our last world and consider what we left behind.

Didn't leave much, besides, I will have excellent material to research and write about in the exam now anyway.

Though, looking at the faces of the people present, do I realise that these people might be much younger than me if we are all in new bodies. How did I not realise that yet? Was it shock? Or is it because I also look younger that it didn't register.

Anyway, deciding to take the initiative, I start.

"Sorry, not very helpful at the moment; I was a historian." Then, saying with a shrug, "I do agree with sharing more about ourselves, but we also need to think about what we will do when we do find the village you're on about."

Waiting until I had everyone's attention, I nodded over towards Nori.

"What if fox ears over there is not allowed due to some racism thing that humans like to do? What if we don't speak the language? God forbid," Pausing with a gasp, I continue, "What if we have to pay taxes?! We're broke!" I say, counting on my fingers before throwing my arms wide.

I swear I thought I heard a little giggle somewhere, but Hernon cuts it out.

"Good questions... But! I have it all worked out, Silver dude, but it would help my plans if I knew what you guys actually did." He says, innocently enough but with a little creepy undertone that gets on my nerves.

Fucker probably also forgot my name, rude, though I don't blame him.

"Won't we need a fire or something?" Nori asks, gesturing towards the empty ledge on the hill we are laying on while dodging the question, probably not comfortable enough to share with people they know so little, or actually having a carefactor about what people think of them unlike me and Hernon.

"Nah, I feel fine and snug in my wizarding wizard clothes, besides back where I'm from, when we went camping it was usually hot enough at night not to need fire much." I point out, betraying my lecture as laziness as I lay down on a particular bed of unnaturally comfy grass.

"I would think a historian would be more averse to sleeping outside, let alone camping." Hernon points out, squinting suspiciously as even Nori seems interested.

Time to channel my inner sageness.

"I am a man of many talents; history is just my main interest." pointedly, I continue, "Besides, what better way to learn history than to experience it firsthand." I finish off-handedly.

But then it hits me.

If this is a fantasy world, aren't they always set in the past? That would explain the clean air and feeling of untouched nature I experienced. My God, I can actually experience history in the most literal sense.

Combined with my immortality, I successfully become the most boring person in two worlds instead of just one, keeping proper records and being historically accurate without that bias from the few people who actually wrote history in 'ye olden days', while still having an adventure, as what is a fantasy world without an adventure?

Alright, that's the plan from now on.

As he lays against the tree, Hernon seems to be really engrossed in his status while frowning slightly.

Huh, maybe his status isn't as good as I thought; from what I got from travelling so far, nobody else has a glitched system, though Hernon did get to make fun of me for having said glitched system.

"Hey, Silver guy, you said your status is a little different right? Do you have levels, health, mana, or actual stats like that or not? Since now I look closer, I can't see any levels on mine, other than the standard name, species, traits, and titles.

"Nah, I have none of that stuff, just the normal glitched stuff I mentioned earlier," I say, before sitting up and properly regarding him slightly lazily, "Look, my good friend, you shouldn't need to worry about that stuff, just enjoy the new world normally and without treating it as a game."

Finishing my little speech, I go back to laying down, noting that everyone, except Hernon, has taken my advice and just gone to sleep, either too tired to bother about making a fire, or taking my wisdom to heart. Either way, I quickly go back to pondering the implications and how great this life could be for me, while silently hoping that there aren't many people like Hernon around.

Sadly, I have a feeling that I am only going to see more people like Hernon.

Nonetheless, I am in a world of magic and adventure, a world where if I am not too stupid I could live eternally, plus a great chance just to do whatever the fuck I want.

In this case, history.

This is all fine and dandy, but this begs the question of why I don't care about my old world that much? All the finer details seemed to have just slipped away from my mind. As much as I want to, I can't find a way to care, and even trying to logic into caring about it; I can't find any flaws.

The other world could have had some system thing happen too, and my father could be having the time of his life right now, on the other side of the world, same with my friends and whoever my neighbour was. Briefly, the thought came that the system could be manipulating my thoughts, and it was quite possible, I mean it could steal my soul fairly effortlessly, but even then, I couldn't seem to care. So what could I even do? Glare ineffectually at the blue box and deny reality like everyone seemed to do in the other world?

Back there, everything was screwed; we would fix one thing then fuck up three other things, all while everyone seemed to deny reality and escape to virtual fantasy worlds where everything was perfect.

Everything is just better here, so far; who would want to go back? Besides, I can't argue with being able to use magic or the possibility of having a giant floating island as home.

So I moved on from these thoughts, instead moving onto planning out my own plan as even though I want to believe in Hernon, I have long since known a backup plan is always necessary, especially if working with other people.

Besides, these people are shifty, dodgy, and seem a little weird. But I am, myself, weird, so it is only the first two that count.

First was to simply learn magic, if I could get powerful enough I won't have to come up with convoluted plans and just power through the problem, literally and figuratively.

Second, learn about the world, if it ever gets to the point power isn't enough, if I learn enough about this world I could use the experience and knowledge of two whole worlds to work around the problem or think of a plan.

Straightforward plans, but it works. Overthinking things is a poor strategy.

With everything sorted, I begin doing absolutely nothing but relax and mentally recover the whole night, staring out at the night sky with my hands behind my head, unwinding and accepting my situation while breathing in the cool fresh breeze.

The shattered, mangled looking moon with a ring seems like a very neat backdrop, but the gas giant on the horizon also makes it hard to want to leave, It is very colourful and must be pretty far away to only be the size of twice Earth's moon, but I also feel a faint but obvious connection to it I don't understand.

Familiarity, I realise, But why?

It isn't until the sun begins to rise again do I realise I managed to stay up all night just thinking and admiring the surroundings, and not even a little bit tired.

Confused, I opened my status and realised the issue after some examining.

True Name: [Aqzuran Keteroch] Species:

Traits/Skills/Abilities:

-[True Elemental] Absolute authority over related concepts.

-[Pure Being of Magic] Mana and Magic given form, bodily functions and mundane forms of poison, in addition to other harmful effects are nullified unless willed otherwise.

-[Avatar of Keteroch] Acquired by the [True Name] and [True Elemental] Trait, use and transform into the avatar of your concept.

-[System user] You use, activated, or are otherwise related to the system.

-[Otherworldly Historian] You carry the understanding and practice of History across worlds. The work, knowledge, adventures, and the will of the past, refined over thousands of years, given perspective in an alternate world will drive you forward.

Titles:

-[Prime Elemental] Evolved version of the [True Elemental] title, you are the first True Elemental of your assigned concept.

-[Pioneer of the Tenth Age]

-[Immortal] You do not age, related to the [Pure Being of Magic] title bodily functions.

Maybe its that [Being of Magic]... thing, If I don't even age surely sleep isn't an issue either. I don't know how I feel about not sleeping, I like sleeping, though luckily it said 'unless willed otherwise'.

That's not the only thing I notice, something else was changed, but no matter how hard I try to think, I can't remember what.

"Morning everyone." I greet with a casual wave, taking an arm away from the back of my head as Nori and Anima get up, followed shortly by Hernon as they blearily wake and sit up.

Didn't even notice when Hernon fell asleep.

"That was the best sleep I had, in... I don't even know how long." Nori says, being the first person to fully stand up as they stretch.

I observe, as their tail also seems to subconsciously stretch as well, leading to a brief thought on how it must've been like sleeping with that thing attached, but I wisely decided to shut up, and not ruin a good morning.

Hernon also watches, but in a different sort of way, watching the ears and tail with rapt, slightly creepy attention. Deciding that it wouldn't be good to have half the party watch just one person, I assure myself that it's only because the tail and ears are still new, and will step in with casual advice next time he gives people that look and avoid my social obligations just this once.

So I advert my gaze, my eyes wandering over Hernon and his mildly creepy look, and move on to Anima.

Anima seems to be casually sitting, fiddling with some small wavy sapling and blissfully unaware.

I get up, again feeling the pleasant and lively fresh grass, and casually walk over to see what Anima was doing.

No one is talking. At this rate it's going to be unbearable, its like everyone here is complete strangers.

"Glad you had a good night 'n stuff, but my god these conversations are extremely awkward," I say, moving over to watch Anima do something with a sapling, fully immersed it seems as they don't even notice my approach.

"What's going on with the grass, boss?" I ask, genuine interest showing through.

Hernon scoffs, finally taking his eyes away from the ears and tail, "So you want us to talk about grass or something?"

"If I can talk about the flavour of a random drink with someone random, and still have a meaningful conversation about everyone's favourite utensil at the same time back on the old world, you bet I can talk about grass," I say, reminiscing as I ponder.

"You are already calling Earth the 'old world' like it was years since then, it was our home damn it." Hernon mumbles, giving me a look of betrayal.

"So anyway, the grass, did you find anything interesting?" Pushing for a response, I ask Anima while crouching down to the worlds most interesting sapling.

"I don't really know. It's more of a feeling..." Anima says, not fully concentrating on us but still entirely focused on the grass.

Looking closer at the grass, I understand what they mean by feeling, but the feeling I get rather is more mild dislike, like being forced to work with someone you never worked with before because your boss told you to.

But looking at Anima and the sapling, it looks like something completely different for one specific reason.

The wavy sapling that I originally thought was moving to the wind, seems different. It's not moving to the wind, but like the sapling seems to almost move like it's happy, somehow.

Plants doing happy dances, holy shit, can a forest do that? Wait, it is only doing that for...

"Oh... I get it now." I realise, the plant likes Anima, whatever that means, but then I also realise that the sapling doesn't like me.

"Ah fuck, the sapling doesn't like me. My feelings may never recover," I state with faux hurt.

Meanwhile, Hernon and Nori seem to be having a mix of serious concern for my mental health and mild humor at the banter between a guy with silver hair and a plant that barely reaches their knees.