The Tribe's Rise

Parallel world.

Aquamarine.

San Antonio City.

In an old and dilapidated house located in the slums.

Frey sat on the creaking wooden chair with disbelief in his eyes.

Staring at the mirror in front that reflected his pale complexion, he wasn't able to hide his shock.

"This… how did this happen?"

"How am I still alive?!"

The questions coming out of Frey's mouth sound incomprehensible and disturbing.

Fortunately, there is no one else around to listen to his mutterings.

Frey turned his eyes at the old phone placed near him and opened it.

When he saw the date, Frey pondered for a while and finally came to a ridiculous conclusion.

"I somehow went back to the past!"

It sounds absurd even to him, but this is the only explanation he could think of in this situation.

Frey felt greatly shocked at this realization.