A Transmigrator’s Privilege Chapter 249

A space decorated with colorful, geotric patterned tiles.

There were waterways running through the area, and at the center, a fountain that trickled water softly.

In fact, there were no flowers or trees. The soil of Sanarak is not one that nurtures life but instead kills it, so not even a cactus could survive.

Still, as Agnes had said, it looked like a small flower garden.

The flowers and trees, made of jewels, reflected the light of the twilight stone, sparkling.

Petals hit by droplets of water produced a sound as clear as the music of a glass harp.

It was like being in an exotic garden built in an oasis, and I almost beca srized by the light and sound.

"Honestly, it's a beautiful place."