When Kee entered the room, he was stunned by the sight before him. The space was unlike anything he had seen before—futuristic and surreal. It was a cubic room, about 10 meters on each side, pitch black except for the intricate techno designs that ran along the walls like veins, emitting a soft, rainbow glow. The glow was reminiscent of magisteel but far more intense, making the designs appear almost white at a glance. Upon closer inspection, Kee noticed that the glowing lines were actually made up of tiny, exquisitely carved runes, each one intricate and delicate. The craftsmanship was extraordinary.

In the center of the room floated a nearly transparent cube, faintly glowing with a sky-blue hue. The cube hovered just a centimeter above the ground, defying gravity with ease. Inside it was a girl who seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back, and her blue-green eyes sparkled with a star-shaped pattern in their pupils. Her small stature and slender figure could easily be mistaken for that of a doll, but it was clear she was not human. Her pointed ears, porcelain-like skin, and delicate white angelic wings set her apart. She wore knee-high black boots paired with black knee socks, super short black shorts, and a white T-shirt. Over her outfit, she had a thin, sleeveless black long coat, black gloves, and a ninja mask that covered only the lower half of her face. Her expression was one of quiet confusion, adding to her ethereal appearance.

Kee’s jaw dropped as he took in the sight of her. He was struck not only by her beauty but also by her composed and almost regal demeanor as she sat in a seiza position, as if she belonged in this strange, otherworldly place.

"Hello," Kee managed to say, his voice breaking the silence. "Do you need help?"

"No," the girl responded firmly, her voice soft yet resolute—almost angelic.

Kee was taken aback. ‘What? Isn’t this the part where people trapped in strange places give you a ton of help after you offer to rescue them?’

"Are you bored?" Kee ventured, trying a different approach.

"Just a little, young one," she replied, her tone still calm.

Kee’s face twisted into a confused expression. The girl before him looked much younger and shorter than him, yet she was calling him young. "I'm not young. I'm centuries old," Kee retorted, still trying to grasp the situation.

"And I'm many thousands of years old, so?" she replied nonchalantly, looking no taller than 4'6".

Kee blinked, trying to digest that information. "Do you want to teach me something?" he asked, half-jokingly, half-serious.

"Why would I?" she replied, her tone almost teasing.

‘This is going terribly wrong,’ Kee thought, frustrated. ‘I can’t believe I trusted that miscellaneous knowledge! But…this is the first time I’m actually having a proper conversation with someone since I came to this world. I should make the most of it.’

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"Who are you?" Kee asked, deciding to start fresh.

"You don't know?" she responded, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"No," Kee admitted.

"It's only polite to introduce yourself first," she said, her eyes glinting with mild curiosity.

"True. My name is Kee. I’ve lost my memories and somehow ended up in another world," he explained.

"Yelena," the girl replied. "You may call me Yelena. So, you're an otherworlder, hmm? You mentioned centuries old…I’ve never heard of an otherworlder being that old when summoned. You must be from an undiscovered world."

"I believe I’m an exception," Kee said with a slight smile. "By any chance, are you stuck here? Trapped by someone? A hero or a demon king, perhaps?"

Yelena suddenly burst into laughter, her angelic voice echoing in the room. "Pfft! Hahaha!"

Kee stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

"Sorry," Yelena said after calming down. "That was just funny. No, I didn’t get trapped. The number of people who could imprison me can be counted on my fingers, and even then, they'd have to risk their lives to do so. I imprisoned myself out of guilt, even though I was told it wasn’t my fault."

She paused for a moment, then added, "Oh, and by the way, heroes come to me to get the blessing of spirits. There's no such thing as demon kings—only demon lords."

Kee blinked in confusion. "So…are you like an elven angel apostle who blesses heroes? Does that mean this place is some kind of trial ground? And if I’ve reached here, does that mean you’ll give me a blessing or something?"

"I am not sure what to call myself," Yelena replied thoughtfully. "I have been referred to as a god and a god’s apostle, but I don't believe I am a god, nor do I believe in any gods. I simply possess the ability to give the blessing of spirits. Other than me, only the Spirit Queen can give such blessings. And no, this isn’t a trial ground. As for a blessing? No, I will not give you one. It would be useless since you don’t have the Hero’s Egg qualification."

Kee felt slightly deflated. "Oh…okay. By the way, can you get out whenever you want?"

"Nope," Yelena said casually. "But I think I’ll be able to get out in 20 to 40 years. There’s a timer on this prison, and it’s almost over."

"Do you want me to help you get out earlier since you're bored?" Kee offered.

"No, that would be cheating my own punishment," Yelena replied, her voice firm.

"But you’ve served your punishment, haven’t you? With how long it’s been, another year or two wouldn’t make much of a difference," Kee tempted her.

"It’s about principle and self-discipline," Yelena explained. "But more than that, even if you convinced me, there’s no way you could break this prison—not with your power. And you probably won’t meet anyone else on my level who could open it in the next few months, if not years. Also, I’m surprised you can see into this cube at all. Normally, one shouldn’t be able to see inside unless they’re on a certain level or especially skilled in magic sense. I suppose your unique skill is helping you in that regard."

"I think so?" Kee responded, unsure and the conversation Died.

Yelena studied him for a moment or two then asked, "You seem lost. What’s the matter?"

"Well," Kee began, hesitating, "as you know, I’m not from this world. But more than that, I don’t know where I started. I only remember my name and some knowledge—memory fragments, really. But almost none of my memories. I feel the desire to see the world, but I feel lost, like something is missing—aside from my memories. And…I don’t know much about this world, so I don’t even know where to start."

Yelena listened quietly, her expression softening slightly as she considered his words.