Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 9: A New Companion and Fresh Beginnings

But Ignatius took it all in stride.

That could only an one thing—there must be more people like him in the past.

As if confirming Shen Xinghui's thoughts, Ignatius nodded. "The world is vast, so I can't say for certain. But roughly once every two years, the reports co from sowhere about soone like you arriving. Because of that, there are well-established support and aid systems for people from other worlds. You don't need to worry."

"That's... reassuring," Shen Xinghui admitted.

Finally, sothing that eased his nerves.

It was surprising how common such occurrences seed.

With so many cases, it made sense that there would be systems in place to help.

At least this ant he wouldn't be treated like so kind of exotic animal.

"Do you know if any of those people from other worlds have ever managed to return ho?" Shen Xinghui asked hesitantly.

"I've never heard of such a case," Ignatius admitted, his expression softening with an apologetic look.

Ignatius was kind, Shen Xinghui thought. Genuinely kind.

"But," Ignatius added, "there are robust support systems for employnt, education, and daily living. First, let's head to the capital of Cindralith Kingdom and get you registered for citizenship."

"I can get registered?" Shen Xinghui asked with a surprised face.

It seed almost too easy.

Ignatius nodded his head calmly. "You can. Although you can only do so in the capital or another major city. Coincidentally, I'm heading to the capital of Cindralith Kingdom after finishing my current quest. If you'd like, you can co with ."

"I'd love to! Please, take with you!" Shen Xinghui exclaid eagerly.

Letting go of Ignatius would probably spell disaster for Shen Xinghui.

It wasn't a guess—it was a certainty.

Shen Xinghui stood up from the hot spring and bowed his head deeply, and said, "Please take care of ."

Ignatius chuckled warmly, amused by Shen Xinghui's earnestness.

One problem had passed, but another quickly arose.

Shen Xinghui's body felt lighter and better than ever after the bath, but as he stepped out, a horrifying realization struck him.

He had no clothes.

The plant from earlier had shredded his outfit into tatters—not even his underwear had survived.

Standing dumbfounded in the changing room, Shen Xinghui was at a complete loss when Ignatius entered the room.

He looked puzzled at first but seed to quickly grasp the situation.

Reaching into a pouch at his waist, Ignatius pulled out several garnts.

"I didn't notice it. My apologies. These are my old clothes, but they should suffice," he said, handing them over.

"'Suffice' might be a stretch," Shen Xinghui replied, eyeing Ignatius skeptically.

The size difference between the two was glaring.

Shen Xinghui stood just over 170 centiters, while Ignatius was nearly two ters tall with a broad and muscular fra.

Shen Xinghui, a scrawny college student, was built nothing like him.

"I'll adjust the size with magic, so don't worry. Here's unused undergarnts as well," Ignatius said.

The undergarnt was similar to trunks but had a drawstring at the waist instead of elastic.

Apparently, elastic wasn't a thing here.