Arthur woke up with his whole body aching, which is what would happen if someone who hadn't worked in a physical job dug a grave. At first, he couldn't remember where he was, then he looked around and when he saw the strange house, the events of yesterday started to attack his mind. He remembered the level 2 incident last night.

While Arthur wasn't exactly a game addict, he wasn't too far off-topic either. He played wow in high school. He still played other games from time to time. And who didn't love games? But it wasn't all that fun when life became one of the things to lose instead of just experience. He needed more information.

Just as he was deep in thought, he heard some voices from outside. "Shit?!, Who is that?" he muttered in fear. Right next to the bed was his magnificent weapon, the kitchen knife.

Arthur reached for the knife as quietly as possible and got off the bed, walked to the window made of wooden planks. There were tiny gaps between the windows, enough to see outside.

There were 5 people outside. They seemed to be examining the burned houses. The person to touching the charred houses was a human. But the others were like different creatures in human form. One had a head that looked like a hawk. The other one had an ox-headed. The other was a tall, beautiful woman. But with pointed ears, she looks like an elf. The other one looked like a dragon in human form.

The person examining the house at the front shouted, "I think we are late, it's been 2 days since it burned."

“Fuck you Askar, if you had gotten up early from gambling, we could have made it just in time,” said Dragon-human

"That's not what you said when you were massaged by satyrs," the man replied.

The minotaur-like creature watched the two of them with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he was enjoying the fight.

"Your bickering doesn't solve our problem, let's focus on finding the bandits," said the bird-man.

"They are not bandits, thank god, WAIT did they speak English" Arthur whispered.

The elf watched in silence. As if the surrounding fanfare did not affect her, it was probably a constant situation. She went to the well and examined footprints on the ground. Then she started walking carefully towards the house, the house where Arthur was located.

When she got to the front of the house,

"Hey, I know you're there. Get out before I break the door."

Hearing this, her friends all started walking towards the house too.

Arthur decided that the best move would be to get out. He lifted the chair that was closing the door and opened the door very slowly.

“I ha... I have nothing to do with those who attack the village” said Arthur. He had his hands up to show that there was no threat. The group's eyes went to the Blade in his right hand.

"It's obvious," said the human man.

Arthur looked at the group standing in front of him. The Minotaur-like one had a huge shield and a sword on his back. Two thin swords hung on the sword belt around the human’s waist. The hawk-head also had a bow on his back. The elf and dragon-woman seemed to have nothing to wield as weapons.

“So what's your story, my friend,” said the bird-man. By gesturing, to lower his hands. He lowered his guard a little when he saw that his only weapon was a kitchen knife.

"When I got to the village, half of the houses were burned. There were corpses on the floor, I buried the bodies so they wouldn’t attract monsters," said Arthur quickly, hoping that suspicion would clear up soon.

“Smart move, but what are you doing near this village in the middle of nowhere,” said the bird-man, and he began to look at Arthur suspiciously. The other members of the group nodded, indicating that they agreed with him.

"I honestly don't know," said Arthur after some thought about how to explain things.

My answer surprised them as well. "How so?" said the dragon-woman.

“I suddenly found myself in the village's south. It was as if I was teleported there. Then I looked around and saw smoke and started walking in that direction in search of a campfire or people,” said Arthur, wishing they would believe.

The bird-man turned his head towards the elf."Is he telling the truth, Elda?" he said.

“He is,” the elf said.

Elf’s answer instantly relieved the group. They knew he wasn't a threat, but it could have been someone they left behind.

'Wait What? Can they tell if I’m telling the truth?.' Arthur thought.

The person they called Askar came up to Arthur and put his hand on his shoulder and said, "It looks like you have an interesting story to tell."

At that moment Arthur’s stomach rumbled. He had only eaten a sandwich yesterday and he didn't feel hungry because of the adrenaline. The feeling of hunger returned when he realized that he was not under threat.

“A good breakfast will help us all right now. We can listen to his story while we eat.” said the bird-man. He was most likely the leader of the group.

“If we are going to eat together, at least we need to introduce ourselves? Right,” said Askar.

“Let's start with the captain of our team.”

Pointing at Bird-man with his hand, "Our Avian captain who looks like he's walking with a stake in his ass is Mefzar .”

“Our Minotaur teammate is Bill, the iron fist of our little group,” he bent Arthur’s ear and whispered, “if he invites you to arm wrestling, don't accept it”

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“Lady Darkis is the fire mage of our team.”

“Elda is the only team member to graduate from a magic academy and be careful, if she starts talking like she's giving a lecture, just run away, unless you want to be bored to death."

“And lastly I am Swordmaster Askar,”

Arthur thought he should introduce himself, too.

"I'm Arthur the architect "

Askar looked at Arthur and said, “Your story is getting more and more interesting.”

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It looked like Elda was in charge of the team meals. After she had stacked the wood on the stove, she whispered something. And the wood suddenly caught fire. 'I must learn the spell for sure,' thought Arthur. She began to pull out the ingredients from a small bag she carried with her.

Arthur was sitting in the chair, waiting for the meal to be done. When the items she took out were at least 5 times the size of the bag, Arthur couldn't stand it and said, "What is that?" Arthur said while pointing a finger towards the pouch. Elda looked at Arthur with an awkward expression, as if he had asked an absurd question and said, "Space enchanted pouch" as if she were explaining something obvious to the kid.

Everyone was able to sit at the table with the chairs they brought from the neighboring houses.

Mefzar spoke after taking a piece of bread with the feather-covered hands, “Well, tell me, architect Arthur, How did you find yourself here?"

“I come from a different world,” said Arthur, making the point at the beginning.

They looked taken aback. Avian gestured for me to explain.

“There are only humans in my world, and there is no such thing as magic. As I was walking out of my house towards school, I suddenly found myself in a place covered with grass and hills. I didn't know where I was. At first, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a dream.”

The group must not have believed what Arthur told them, because they started looking at the elf, waiting for him to say that he was probably lying. "He's telling the truth," said the elf, surprised by his own answer.

He thought of something that could show as proof, and his cell phone came to his mind. He took it out of his pocket. And showing it to the group, "I think that's enough evidence, it's a device belonging to my world," said Arthur.

The team was looking at the phone curiously. What could this little device be doing? Then Arthur turned on his camera and took a selfie and showed it to the group.

The Elf took the phone from Arthur and examined it closely. She seemed the most curious.

"Like a record stone," she muttered. "I guess they're not as backward as I thought," said Arthur to himself.

“What else can it do?” said the elf. From his eyes, it seemed that he was like a child who found a new toy.

“Many things,” said Arthur, and decided to turn on a piece of music.

When the sound of music fills the room.

Everyone focused on the music. Most likely they had a voice recording spell, but the main thing that caught their attention was the music itself. They had never heard these rhythms before. It was obvious from the eyes of Elda and Darkis that they fell in love with the song. Others loved it too, but not as much as the 2 women.

“Is there any other song?” Darkis asked when the song was over. “Of course,” Arthur replied.

Elda was trying to understand the phone, turning it around and looking back. Then she turned to me and said,

“How does it work, I don't feel a single bit of mana?”

“With electricity,” then Arthur thought, wasn't a good enough explanation.

“Think of it as the energy of lightning, but much, much less powerful.”

"I have never seen such a tool before, "Mefzar said. He was surprised by Arthurs claims

“Can I ask a few questions too?” said Arthur.

“Go ahead,” said Mefzar with a hand gesture.

Arthur couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know where he was, the dangers outside, almost nothing of this world. And he longed to know.

“Where are we?” said Arthur. Eagerly waited to answer.

“We are north of the Gateless mountains on the continent of Alwarti. We are one day away from the nearest town.”

“You chose the craziest place to teleport to” added Bill

“Why?” Arthur asked with a curious expression.

“Well, you can say that north of gateless mountains most dangerous place in all Alwarti”

‘At least I know where I am now, but fuck my luck,’ Arthur thought

After a little bit of silence, “Last night when ı fell asleep some text appeared in front my eyes and indicated that I was level up as survivor?”

“You're really not from this world, huh,” said Mefzar then continued

“After the age of 14, you earn levels and classes as a reward for your efforts in a subject. At the same time, you gain class skills when you level up. People level up when they fall asleep.”

Arthur was even more curious about who was controlling this system.

“What is the source, who is giving these levels?”

The elf looked up from the phone and said, “Gods last gifts before leaving”

“Wait... where, how?” said Arthur, unable to understand.

“They went somewhere very long ago. No one knows where they went. Before they left, they all said one thing, 'Now you're on your own’ after that people started to gain levels or says book I read in Zurdoc academia's library ”

"No one knows exactly how to begin but most people accept this theory."

The elf said as if she were giving a history lesson. She seemed to be the most knowledgeable among them.

“What are you guys doing here?” Arthur said to buy some time to digest what he had just heard.‘Gods do exist and they have gone somewhere, and no one knows where they went. Fuck, is this real?’

To be included in the conversation, Askar said, "We saw a mission about the bandit gang attacking the merchants around here in the Guild. And we said let's do one last job before the gate closes, and here we are eating at the same table with an architect from a different world. The beauties of the profession," he said and took a big sip from his glass.

“What guild?” said Arthur, with each question raising more questions.

"The guild. Ah, because it is the oldest guild, everyone calls it guild, its full name is the adventurer’s guild, which was established by the adventure god himself before the gods left,” Askar said,

"We can talk about this later, let's get the job done first," said Mefzar. Hoping to draw everyone's attention to the task for which they were taken, Arthur's story had made them forget their mission entirely.

“How many bodies did you find when you entered the village, did you have any clue that you could help us?” Mefzar asked.

Arthur began to describe 7 people he found with their ages and wounds.

“7 dead! Hmm, Where are the rest of the villagers? At least 30-40 people seem lived here before the attack. ” Bill said

“They took the villagers with them, but for what?” asked Askar.

“I guess we'll find out when we find them,”

Elda said, putting down the phone and joining her team's plan of action.

“We can follow their tracks. I saw hoof marks at the entrance to the village,” said Bill.

While listening to the past conversations,

Arthur began to think about what to do. Most likely, the team was planning to leave the village. Even if it was a little bit, he understood where he lived with the questions he asked. He knew that even the weakest monster could kill him if he stayed in the village.

“Can I join your team?” he said while afraiding of a refusal.

Everyone in the team turned their heads to avian. This was an important decision. If they took Arthur with them, they would have to protect him, too.

“At least until we get to a city,” he said when he saw the silence of the Group.

“We won't leave you here, But we are not going sightseeing, there will be fighting and we can't guarantee your safety,” said Mefzar,

“It's more dangerous here when I'm alone, “said Arthur

“Okay, but I can't make that decision myself, let's decide with a vote,” Mefzar said while looking at the team.

“I want to hear more about his world,” said the elf while raising her hand.

Darkis also raised his hand. She probably wanted to listen to all the music on the phone.

Askar said, "One more human in the team would not be worse"

“I don't have a problem either,” Minotaur said.

At the last Mefzar, he raised his hand and said, "Let's rest for a while, then we'll follow the tracks."

Everyone had finished their meal. And Arthur went to the door of the house and leaned on the edge. He was watching the forests ahead. He wondered what this new world had in store for him.

Yesterday's sense of helplessness and uncertainty had lessened a bit. He started to think about how he could earn a living, how he would live. His old world had suddenly changed, and he had to adapt to his new life. He thought that if he was late for this, he might die. Death seemed so far away in his old world, but here it was like the stroke of a bandit's sword. And he had to learn magic. He felt an incredible curiosity and excitement about this foreign world with fear inside him.