After the first couple of weeks of being in this world, I felt I had adapted decently.
Well, if you asked me, I was already about 90% adjusted to it by the end of the first week, but admittedly, I was saying that from a position of bias.
I'd like to think that it's all thanks to my own strong, adaptive mentality, but if anything, I also have to lend some, if not most of the credit to Professionalism; honestly, it's impossible to know where I would be without it when I'm not sure how much of an influence it even has on me, but I don't think the impact of its effect can be denied in any case.
Overall, I would currently say I am roughly 95% adapted to this world? Probably.
Nevertheless, if there was one thing that still made me uncomfortable, it would undoubtedly be that.
"Enki...!"
A high-pitched voice called my name. At the same time, soft piano notes began to fill the air in a tender pattern that had grown all-too-familiar, sparking a feeling of deep repulsion within me.
