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Roshanak Aper, born as the third child of Aper County – Rosha was a very exemplary aristocratic young lady. That was until the day of ‘that incident’ in her seventeenth summer.

‘I was riding a carriage home, and suddenly I was wrapped in light and dropped into another world.’

It was a world where people in strange clothes held weapons and fought monsters.

She later learned that the place was called ‘South Korea’ and those people were called ‘Strategy Group.’

Anyway, Rosha found herself in the middle of a battlefield with these strangers she’d never seen before.

Call of the World: You are a top-tier talent summoned to save this world. Assist the people here and clear all the trials!

A strange blue window appeared before her eyes.

At first, she didn’t understand its meaning. What’s a top-tier talent? Where did this blue window come from? Where am I?

But the situation was too urgent for such ponderings.

She desperately ran around trying to survive, and just as death seemed imminent, she ‘awakened her ability.’

Ability. A dormant power inherent in every individual from birth.

At the time, she had despaired, thinking it was because of this ability that she was dragged here. But now, she realizes she was among the most powerful of the ‘top-tier talents’.

Otherwise, she would have died long ago.

Anyway, let’s talk about this ability later.

With a body that had never wielded a sword before, she impressively held her own, for a full 18 years.

And finally, Rosha completed the tasks required by the ‘blue window’ and could return home in the state she had left, a 17-year-old body with a missing arm!

“Haah…”

Rosha took a deep breath.

Between the slowly returning sensations, she felt the air of peace.

Gently opening her eyes, she saw the interior of the carriage she had longed to return to countless times.

‘Right. It looked like this.’

Soft sky-blue curtains shielding the window and the warm sunlight.

Holding her breath, she listened to the sound of trotting horse hooves. Slowly, she shifted her gaze.

Opposite her sat her personal maid, Beri, silently with her hands folded.

“Do you have something to say, miss?”

“Um, no.”

Well, it wasn’t a joy that could be summarized so simply.

She’s finally back.

Away from the continuous hardships, to this incomparably peaceful place. A giggle escaped from between her tightly closed lips.

“Haha… Ahahaha!”

“Miss?”

“Haha, just… the weather is just too good today.”

Indeed it was.

But Beri, who had never heard her mistress raise her voice before, looked at her strangely.

Regardless,

Rosha suddenly touched her left arm. The sensation of the torn arm was still fresh, but it felt perfectly fine now.

Even her hair.

She had cut her alluring reddish-gold hair, which shone with a red hue in the light, to a bob, but now it miraculously reached her waist.

‘Moreover, there’s no scar on my hand.’

The gruesome scar from when her hand was pierced by a blade had also vanished.

Of course, the muscles she’d developed over the years of hard work had all disappeared, but even so,

Rosha’s lips curled in pure joy.

Here for 17 years, there for 18. In the 35 years of her life, had she ever been this happy?

“Rosha, we’re home. Come down.”

The feeling of flying remained, even with the blunt remark from her elder brother, Cassis Aper, who was a year older than her.

No, it was even better.

‘His nature hasn’t changed.’

She looked at him, opening the carriage door, with admiration.

Cassis, who was always defiant and rebellious, never got along well with the obedient Rosha in the eyes of adults.

But that was a story of the past; now, she too had become quite fierce, so they might get along well.

It wasn’t just Cassis who remained the same.

Leaving behind his strange look, Rosha, who got off the carriage, looked at her house with enchanted eyes.

“Ah…”

How much she had wished to see this sight again.

She slowly turned her head.

Unlike Rosha with her reddish-gold hair and Cassis, the owner of thick blonde hair, her eldest brother – Cedric, stood at the entrance.

“Did you have a good trip, Rosha?”

He asked kindly with his greenish-blue eyes narrowed.

Upon hearing those words, something welled up from within her.

They wouldn’t know the kind of time she had gone through. It didn’t matter that they didn’t know.

The feeling of returning from a life with death at its side, back to her peaceful original world, would only be understood by those who experienced it. It was fortunate they didn’t know.

So it was natural that they couldn’t understand her current reaction.

“…Rosha? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”

“Crying?”

“No, just… I’m so glad to be home…”

Rosha hurriedly wiped her tears and gave an excuse.

The expressions of those around her turned to confusion, but that was all she could say.

That’s right.

A world without battles. A world where no more loved ones would die.

It was true that it was so good that it made her tear up.

“Come here.”

Without asking anything, Cedric hugged her.

At 23, Cedric, who had quite an age gap with Rosha, had virtually raised her and Cassis since their parents passed away in an accident when they were young.

Rosha, enjoying the warmth of her eldest brother, thought.

‘…I’m really back. It’s real.’

Finally, she had returned to where she truly belonged. She would now protect her rightful place with all her might.

Step by step, she would pile good memories on top of the hardships.

She vowed to cherish this peaceful world as much as possible.

It was at that moment.

Ding!

A familiar notification blocked her view.

Round 2 – Starting Hard Mode.

*This mode is exclusively for returnees.

…What?

Warning! A trial that will plunge this world into chaos is approaching. You must be fully prepared for the upcoming challenge.

Time left for the first trial: 30 days

Rosha looked at the blue window that appeared in front of her in disbelief.

“…Huh?”

What is this absurd situation?