Plundering Worlds: I Have a Shotgun in a Fantasy World-Chapter 48: Return

Kael stopped walking. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The forest path stretched ahead, narrow and overgrown. Roots crossed the dirt like veins. Above, the sky showed in fragments through the canopy—dark and starless.

He’d been walking for several hours since leaving the village. He looked around. Trees. Underbrush. Silence.

Kael let out a slow breath. He was tired. The kind of tired that settled into bones and stayed there. His legs felt heavy. His sword felt heavier.

He stepped off the path and pushed through the brush until he found a small clearing. Flat ground. A fallen log. Good enough.

Kael dropped his pack and sat down. The moment his weight left his legs, his shoulders sagged, his head drooped forward. He stared at the dirt between his boots.

Too much had happened in too few days.

Kael pressed his palms against his face. He wanted the thoughts to stop.

They did not.

"There’s nothing I can do."

Kael exhaled slowly and leaned back against the log. The bark dug into his spine. The forest smelled like damp earth and rotting leaves. He looked up at the canopy.

*I need to sleep. But I need somewhere decent. Somewhere dry. Somewhere with a roof.*

*If only I could go back. Just for one night. Just to sleep in an actual bed.*

The thought came unbidden, quiet and desperate. Kael almost laughed at himself. Wishful thinking. Pointless. Going back? That would mean—

The air shifted.

Kael froze. His vision blurred for a heartbeat.

Then—

White text appeared in front of him.

[Return to Main World?] [Yes] [No]

Kael stared. His breath caught. The interface hung in the air, crisp and clear against the gray forest.

*What...*

So he didn’t have to die to go back.

Kael’s heart pounded. He reached out slowly, as if the text might disappear if he moved too fast. His finger hovered over [Yes].

*Can I really...?*

He thought about the barracks. The bed. The locked door. The stone walls that kept the world out.

[Yes].

The world dissolved. Smooth. Seamless. The forest folded away like paper. The trees, the sky, the dirt beneath him—all of it collapsed inward, bending toward a point that existed somewhere behind his sternum.

Kael’s stomach dropped. His vision whited out. For a single, stretched moment—there was nothing.

Then—

Light.

Air rushed into his lungs. Different air. Cleaner. Carrying the faint scent of stone and oil. He was lying on his back. On something soft. Fabric beneath his fingers. A pillow under his head.

Kael opened his eyes.

Morning light filled the room. Not harsh—steady, pale, filtering through the narrow window. Dust drifted in the beam.

He turned his head. The outline of the desk. The chair. The oil lamp sitting cold and unused.

Kael sat up. He was in his bed. His quarters. The barracks.

He looked around. Everything was exactly where he had left it. The breathing manual Valen had given him sat beside the lamp. His spare boots rested in the corner. The heavy door was shut, the iron bolt drawn.

So he had returned.

He exhaled once and sat back down on the mattress. The straw stuffing shifted under his weight. The blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed.

Morning.

Stone walls. Daylight.

Just stone walls and daylight.

Kael lay there for a while longer. Then he pushed himself up.

He stood and stretched, flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders, shifted his weight from foot to foot. Everything felt tight. Responsive.

He walked to the window and looked out. The sun was high. Higher than it should be. The training yard below was active. Men moving through drills. The sound of wood striking wood drifted up faintly. Mid-morning. Maybe later.

He turned back to the room.

He walked to the mirror—a small, tarnished piece of polished metal hanging on the wall. His reflection stared back. Same face. Same eyes.

He looked sharper. Clearer. Like wiped away a layer of grime he had been there all along was there. His skin had a faint glow to it. Healthy. Vital.

This was Aether.

He walked back to the bed and sat on the edge. The Aether interface appeared unbidden.

[Aether: 33.9]

Kael stared. Thirty-three point nine.

So he’d been right. Going all in on the transfer had been the correct choice.

The return was substantial.

Kael exhaled slowly. He felt it. The Aether. It hummed beneath his skin, warm and steady, woven through muscle and bone. His body had changed while he slept. Adapted. Evolved.

His stomach growled. Loud. Insistent.

Kael stood and walked to the door. He drew the bolt and opened it a crack. The hallway was empty. Most of the squad would be training or on duty. He stepped out and made his way to the mess hall.

The hall was nearly empty. A few off-duty soldiers sat scattered at the long tables, eating late breakfast. Kael walked to the serving counter. The cook—a heavy-set man with a perpetual scowl—looked up.

"Late today, Captain."

Kael grunted. "What’s left?"

"Porridge. Bread. Some salted pork."

"All of it."

The cook raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He ladled a massive portion of porridge into a wooden bowl, added four thick slices of bread, and piled strips of pork on a plate.

Kael took the food to an empty table and sat down. He ate. Fast. Methodical. The porridge disappeared first. Then the bread. Then the pork. He went back for more. Another bowl of porridge. More bread. The cook watched him with a bemused expression but served without comment. Kael ate that too.

By the time he finished, he’d eaten:

- Two full pots of porridge

- An entire loaf of bread

- Half a side of salted pork

Enough to feed his entire squad.

The cook stared at the empty dishes.

"You training for a siege, Captain?"

Kael wiped his mouth. "Just hungry."

Kael walked back to his quarters. He sat at the desk and called up the interface.

[World: The Dayan Empire — Low-Tier Complete World]

[Identity: Chief Disciple of the Buyan Sect — Lu Zhihuan]

[Aether: 33.9]

[Abilities Available for Exchange:]

Internal Art — Returning Yang True Art"回阳真诀"(Mastery) | Cost: 15 Aether

Sword Art — Reversal Sword"回身剑"(Grandmaster) | Cost: 4 Aether

Movement Art — Reversal Steps"回身步"(Grandmaster) | Cost: 3 Aether

Palm Art — Tide-Subduing Palm"镇海掌"(Mastery) | Cost: 7 Aether

[Items Available for Exchange:]

Fine-Forged Longsword | Cost: 2 Aether

Bo’re · On Chivalry (Incomplete) | Cost: 0.1 Aether

Field Conditioning Method — Third Battalion Issue | Cost: 5 Aether

Kael stared at the list. The abilities. Impressions from the other world. Techniques his body had known instinctively. Now they had definitions.

He focused on the first entry.

Returning Yang True Art. An internal cultivation method. It circulated qi through the body’s central axis, reinforcing the core meridians. Yang energy—pure, stable, resistant to corruption. The technique built enduring power, constant reinforcement of flesh and bone. Mastery level meant full integration. The qi would flow naturally, constantly, without conscious effort. Cost: fifteen Aether.

Kael moved to the next.

Reversal Sword. A sword art built on patience. The first strike tested. The second guided. The third killed. It thrived on precision, exploiting openings rather than forcing them. Grandmaster level meant muscle memory deeper than thought. The body would execute the forms instinctively, adapting to opponents in real time. Cost: four Aether.

Reversal Steps. A movement art for close combat. Low center of gravity, rapid directional shifts, minimal wasted motion. Stability over speed. Control over distance. Grandmaster level meant perfect balance. The practitioner could shift position mid-stride without losing footing. Cost: three Aether.

Tide-Subduing Palm. A palm technique targeting internal flow. Three strikes: probe, suppress, seal. It disrupted qi circulation, causing breathlessness, disorientation, internal hemorrhaging. Mastery level meant the ability to feel an opponent’s energy and adjust strikes accordingly. Cost: seven Aether.

Kael leaned back in the chair. Fifteen plus four plus three plus seven. Twenty-nine Aether. He had thirty-three point nine. Enough.

He glanced at the items briefly. The longsword—well-forged steel, balanced, reliable. The book on chivalry—fragments of philosophy and combat theory. The field conditioning method—standardized training regimen for endurance and discipline. Kael dismissed them.

He selected the first ability.

[Exchange: Returning Yang True Art (Mastery) | Cost: 15 Aether] [Confirm?]

[Yes]