Again with Sense.

This was not the first time Ashe had heard the term, and he doubted it would be the last. Ever since his transmigration to this world, the gaze of the Four Pillar Deities had followed him everywhere. No matter the kingdom, they clung to him like a stalker magically appearing at every new address, or like automated welcome messages greeting a traveler at every destination.

Unable to hold it back any longer, Ashe voiced the question every terminally ill patient eventually asked from the bottom of their heart. "Why me?"

"Because you carry Sense's scent," Mercury Trojan Horse replied.

"That is from Everlasting Doom, the regional distributor of the Four Pillar Deities in the Gospel Kingdom. It was a little gift she left me," the mere mention filled Ashe with resentment. "That little gift deserves most of the credit for the miserable state I'm in right now…"

As time passed, the Everlasting Wanderer profession hadn't weakened in the slightest. If anything, it had grown stronger with each new version update. Back when Ashe was only a Two-Winged...