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Mahya stood and looked out of the space station window. Some people who saw her standing there daily gave her strange looks, but she didn’t care; as a Traveler, she was used to it.

She was the daughter of two Travelers who met on the road, traveled together for some time, and decided to settle down in a low-mana world to raise a family.

They told her many stories about their travels and adventures, alone and together.

They told about medium-mana worlds with their dungeons and sudden occurrences of portals because of mana accumulation. About clearing dungeons and closing portals. They talked about fighting in parties and making friends.

They talked about high-mana worlds with scary, powerful monsters and beasts, mages who could build a house with a wave of their hand, and cultivators who fought each other and nature. They talked about worlds steeped in so much magic that trees were sentient and lakes had personalities. They told stories about clever Magitech inventions and unique magic that no spell or skill could duplicate, but they never talked about this.

They both disliked unintegrated worlds. They said the backward worlds were stinky and superstitious, and the advanced worlds were confusing and run by greed.

Mahya could understand their perspective, but she thought it was worth the trouble to gaze at this beauty of space.

There and then, Mahya decided to stop Gate Traveling and find a way to explore space.

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