In the evening, amber-colored slanted sunlight filtered through the curtains and spread across the floor. At a glance, it looked like freshly melted chocolate, carrying an intoxicating sweetness. The quiet atmosphere of the ward, combined with the slightly stuffy air, made one drowsy. The lingering weakness in his body and the hospital's ever-present disinfectant smell made Kamiyā Yuu feel nauseous.
"No matter how long it's been, this strange smell is impossible to get used to… don't you think so, Miss Reiko?"
Having slept the entire day, Kamiyā Yuu slowly opened his eyes and spoke weakly to the nurse tidying the room beside him. His teasing tone made the nurse shake her head with a soft laugh.
Earlier, like discovering a new continent, he had spent a long time experimenting inside his consciousness space. Only just now had he reluctantly withdrawn from it. As a result, while his body had been resting, his mental fatigue hadn't recovered at all—in fact, it had worsened.
—So moving around in that space doesn't count as sleep.
Kamiyā Yuu felt slightly disappointed. This meant he'd have to shorten the time he spent there and reserve more for actual rest.
"I can't really relate to your trouble, Mr. Kamiyā. I've worked in a hospital for over five years—this smell is something I got used to long ago."
The nurse in a white uniform continued cleaning as she smiled. She had a slender figure and a delicate, beautiful face. In his previous world, she'd easily be considered a top-tier beauty—but in this world, women of her level were practically everywhere.
Walking over, she placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature and asked gently, "How do you feel now? Your fever has already gone down. You should fully recover in a few days—but please don't push yourself like this again."
Kamiyā Yuu stretched lazily, then struck a mock bodybuilder pose with a grin.
"I feel great now. You sound exactly like my little sister, Miss Reiko, so I'll definitely keep that in mind. Sorry for the trouble these past few days."
"It's just part of my job. Alright, I won't stay any longer—I wouldn't want to interrupt your time alone with your adorable little sister."
The nurse covered her mouth as she chuckled, quickly finishing up before leaving the room.
"Oh, right—if you don't want to stay any longer, with your current condition, you can handle discharge procedures tonight."
She briefly reopened the door to remind him before leaving again.
"If Miss Reiko is here, staying a bit longer wouldn't be so bad," Kamiyā Yuu replied with a smile, waving lightly.
After she left, the ward returned to its usual quiet emptiness. Just as Kamiyā Yuu was about to get out of bed and walk around, the door opened again.
"Clack—"
This time, it was not the nurse—but his younger sister, Kamiyā Sora.
Unlike her white Gothic dress from previous days, today she wore a white-and-black sailor uniform. Her slender figure perfectly carried the outfit, fully displaying the youthful charm of a schoolgirl while adding a touch of pure elegance. Even from Kamiyā Yuu's perspective, the uniform emphasized a girl's youthful appeal perhaps a bit too well.
Her silver-white hair, usually left loose, was tied into twin tails with black ribbons, giving her a hint of playful cuteness. Yet when paired with her calm, cold gaze, it created an aloof aura that made people hesitate to meet her eyes.
Under her black plaid skirt, she wore smooth black tights. The faintly veiled curves of her slender legs, enhanced by the sheer fabric, carried a subtle allure.
"Where are you going?"
Sora placed her black leather schoolbag on a chair and asked calmly.
"Just moving around a bit. I'm mostly recovered anyway."
Kamiyā Yuu stretched as he got off the bed. After lying down for days, he felt like his body had rusted.
Sora opened her bag, took out a paper-wrapped package of donuts, and placed it on the bedside cabinet. After observing his expression, she reached out to check his temperature again, frowning slightly.
"Stay one more day. Tomorrow morning, I'll take leave and handle the discharge with you."
"Miss Reiko said I could be discharged tonight…"
Kamiyā Yuu hesitated.
Sora stared directly into his eyes for a long moment—so long that he had to look away—before shaking her head firmly.
"No. You still look exhausted."
—She can even tell that?
Kamiyā Yuu smiled helplessly. Knowing her personality, he chose not to argue further.
"Alright, alright. I'll listen to you."
He glanced at the paper bag and asked, "From that shop?"
As expected, it was one of his favorite foods. Now that he was Kamiyā Yuu—and Kamiyā Yuu was him—aside from some changes in mindset, his preferences remained the same.
"Mm. You've been eating hospital food these past few days."
A faint warmth appeared in Sora's otherwise cool eyes.
Kamiyā Yuu reached out and gently stroked her soft silver hair.
"Thanks for the trouble."
Sora frowned, grabbing his hand and pulling it away with slight dissatisfaction.
"Yuu, are you treating me like a child?"
—Aren't you one?
Unbothered, Kamiyā Yuu lifted the bag with a smile.
"Want to eat outside together?"
"Up to you."
Sora nodded lightly.
Kamiyā Yuu couldn't help but chuckle. As he walked out of the room, he pinched her soft, cool cheek playfully.
"Leaving everything to others—that's what kids do."
Left behind for a moment, Sora suppressed the bitterness in her expression. Watching his back, she soon followed after him.
"A child…?"
Her thoughts were complicated.
...
Kamiyā Yuu had already grown accustomed to his new identity.
No matter the reason, he was no longer the old Su Yang, nor simply the original Kamiyā Yuu—
but a completely new, unique Kamiyā Yuu.
He was easygoing by nature and didn't dwell on identity or guilt. He simply did what he felt he should do. With Kamiyā Yuu's memories and emotions, he would continue treating this "little sister" the same as before.
To live well in this world as a transmigrator—
That was his only plan for now.
As for greater ambitions, those would come after fully adapting to this world. With the help of that consciousness space, he wouldn't remain a nobody at the bottom of society.
At worst—
He could always recreate the popular web novels or sci-fi works from his previous world and publish them here.
As for guilt over plagiarism?
In this world, the original authors didn't exist. There would be no copyright conflicts, no disputes over benefit—
So how could it even be called plagiarism?