As the patrons came and went it was finally Ghaleon's turn. He approached the counter, his eyes lingering on the beautiful innkeeper. He was nervous yet he tried his best to be polite.

"Excuse me, Miss is it possible to purchase a room for the night?" Play it cool Ghaleon, she is just like one of the NPCs in the game, just act natural.

The innkeeper met his gaze with a teasing smirk, her emerald eyes glinting mysteriously. "Oh, it's more than possible, darling. For a mere 5 Ru, we can provide almost everything you will need for your resting pleasures. You'll get a room for the night, complete with both breakfast and dinner."

What the hell is a ru, damnit I wasn't paying attention she is stacked. Ok, play it cool, act natural. pretend you were not staring.

Ghaleon furrowed his brow, considering the currency mentioned. "Ru?" he queried, a hint of confusion in his voice.

The busty innkeeper, much like a sexy enchantress, raised a brow in response, a playful yet challenging expression crossing her features. "Don't tell me you don't know what Ru is, honey, or were you too busy letting your eye wander that you forgot both your wallet and your manners?"

Oh crud, she noticed, damnit damnit damnit, I can't believe this. Ok, its official this is real, I can't believe this is real. But everything here, from the smell to things I can feel...This is all freaking really...Ok Alex, be cool, don't panic, for all, we know every one of them is like crazy wizard grandpa and will kill us. Act natural, come on get it together. He thought to himself.

He lowered his head and apologized, a red blush flared up his cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

The innkeeper erupted into a burst of laughter but only after watching him apologize for several seconds. She figured she had punished him enough for his wandering eyes, besides he didn't seem like a bad person.

"Ok, that's enough kid, that's enough!" she interrupted with a smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"It's okay really; I was just teasing you. But a word of advice, next time a lady is speaking to you remember. You get more points for keeping eye contact." she said in a teasing tone.

Ghaleon, relieved by her response, managed a sheepish grin. "Thank you. Sorry again, its just. I just got out of the awakening, umm doo.."

She chuckled, her voice flowing with a sensual coo to it. "No need to be so serious, darling. I understand. Wait... Did you say the awakening process? So, you are a newly awakened adventurer?"

As Ghaleon breathed a sigh of relief, he stumbled over his words, "I am not sure, to be honest. I just, umm... I just awakened so I don't know about becoming an adventurer—"

She grew impatient with his hesitation and took charge. "Honey, I'll be honest. I don't care if you are a foreigner, but others ain't gonna take too kindly to it. You can't make it too obvious."

Ah crap, she figured out my secret already, quick, act cool, play it off. He thinks to himself, trying his best to act natural.

"Huh, what do you mean?" he asked.

She leaned in over the counter her bust pooling over as she beckoned him to come closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It's obvious you ain't from around here. You just said you don't know about becoming an adventurer, but honey you are one if you get awakened. That's the first step, but to be honest I'm more shocked you went through the awakening process and didn't know what it was."

Fudge, The real Dungeons and Towers didn't have a damn awakening. Ok, think, think, I need a believable story, even if she doesn't care where I am from someone might. I need to salvage this now.

Panicking, Ghaleon quickly lied, "I don't remember anything before the awakening."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really? That's convenient." Rolling her eyes in response.

Ghaleon, desperate to convince her, continued, "I woke up, and everything was just a blur. I don't even know how I got here."

Ok, not completely a lie, I mean I totally did wake up in a freaking video game, that or I have died and this is my hell from too much gaming.

The curious innkeeper's stare was heavy so heavy she cast a penetrating gaze that lingered on Ghaleon, he response however held a touch of indifference masking the depths of her curiosity.

"Whatever your story is, I honestly don't give a damn. I'm Rebecca, and this is Big Becca's Inn. Follow the damn rules: don't wreck my stuff, pay your tab, keep your hands off my daughters or any of the ladies working here, and we'll get along just fine."

Ghaleon, captivated by her blunt demeanor, nodded appreciatively. "Bet, You don't have to tell me twice, I hear you loud and clear. I don't think I will be staying here long anyway. I honestly don't have five Ru to cover the night."

Rebecca sighed, her expression shifting to one of begrudging practicality. "Well, if you're itching to make a quick 5 Ru, head to the back, put on an apron. You'll be serving drinks for the next five hours until darkness falls. It'll cover one night, a meal, and tomorrow night. After that, you're on your own—5 Ru a night with meals or 3 without them, no questions asked."

This is awesome, damn I thought I was going to have to sleep on the streets tonight, he thinks to himself he is so happy it shows physically.

With a big smile and a respectful bow. "Thanks, Miss. Rebecca. I appreciate the chance."

Giving him a friendly smile yet with, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Show your appreciation by not ruining my business tonight. I need to see you slipping on that apron and heading into the kitchen to work with my middle kid Missy." She says before raising her voice to yell out.

"Missy! I'm sending you some extra hands!"

One thing was for sure, the kitchen of Big Becca's Inn buzzed with frenetic energy. The moment he entered the kitchen the smell of the elegant food hit his face. The air was thick with the smell of various ingredients melding together in an irresistible smell.

In the middle of this busy kitchen was the daughter of the Innkeeper, Missy, the Chef of the kitchen. Her silhouette moved with a graceful dance, calling out various orders to the others assisting her. Her long black and purple hair, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, an alluring contrast to her fair skin. She immediately put Ghaleon on beer duty, not even bothering to ask his name only informing him to carry out orders.

As Ghaleon worked through the five-hour shift, he found himself entangled in the rhythm of the kitchen. He chopped vegetables, stirred pots teeming with simmering concoctions, and delivered trays laden with steaming food to patrons in the dining area. The inn's diverse clientele exchanged raunchy tales of their escapades, confirming to Ghaleon that this tangible world mirrored the virtual reality he had once known.

The night unfolded with conversations about quests, dungeons, and the hardships of The Towers. Ghaleon was able to easily eavesdrop on the drunk patrons, realizing this real world was more than just a dream or breakdown he was having. All the time put into grinding on at the time one of the hardest games ever created would come in handy. Survival in this world demanded the same strategic finesse he would employ in the game. But one question still remained unanswered. The same question he asked himself up until the end of the shift.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

How can this even be humanly possible, but most of all. Why did this all happen?

As Ghaleon's shift concluded, Rebecca presented him with dinner — blood sausage, bread, cheese, and a hot coal heater to melt the cheese over the bread. While savoring the improvised feast, he took a moment to convey his appreciation.

"Thanks for the hospitality, Rebecca," Ghaleon said, a playful glint in his eye.

She offered a wicked grin, her kindness now laced with a hint of mischief. "One more night of perks, newbie, and then you're going to shave to show a bit of Ru. Double if I catch you getting lost in my assets again!"

Ghaleon opted for roasted vegetables instead of the customary ale. The savory flavors of the vegetables complemented the evening feast.

After this good meal, Ghaleon made his way to his room.

Damn, this isn't bad, but it does beat standing outside on the streets all night.

A humble room that looked just like the game's lodgings. A single bed, stuffed with straw, occupied one corner. A simple table and chair stood nearby, accompanied by a chest for storing belongings. A solitary window allowed a meager stream of moonlight to pierce the room. It wasn't opulent, but it offered the basics of shelter, and for now, that was enough.

As Ghaleon settled into the straw-filled mattress, he contemplated the adventures that lay ahead.

Ok, we are in a game, or rather the world is a game. I don't know which, but I have to figure out a way out of here. This world if its anything like the game only gets harder and harder, this town isn't like the start town of the first game. But neither were the Dracul, I need to play this all more carefully, if not, that's my ass. He thought to himself.

It's Official, I am trapped in another world. He thought as he was awakened by the sound of the world outside coming to life.

He knew that if he went to sleep and woke up in this place there truly was no going back home. He dressed and had his breakfast. Opting for a lighter start to the day, he chose a selection of fresh fruits for breakfast. The juiciness of the fruits provided a refreshing nice burst of energy for the morning.

Ghaleon left his room and navigated the bustling streets of the city, eventually reaching the City Guild. This was one of the biggest structures in the city only a few others could compare to its height and girth. Towering above the other structures, the guild house was a hub of activity, full of life, adventurers from all walks of life. Dwarves, elves, Lizard people, and many more could be seen through the windows. A large sign above the door reads Eldorian Guild House.

Entering the guildhouse he would find it bustling with activity.

One of them with long braided pink hair, an older woman speaks out in an authoritative voice echoed through the grand hall, instantly capturing everyone's attention. "Missions in ten! I repeat, I will be announcing all missions in ten minutes. We got Goblins, we got Cobblins, and we got Roblins. Get your asses up here, I ain't got all day. You get 'em, and ya kill 'em!"

I wonder how many people are from my world. He wonders to himself as he gets lost in the activity around him.

The guild hall pulsated with a mix of seasoned adventurers in gleaming armor and novice warriors clad in worn gear, all eager for their assignments. Among the high-level adventurers, Ghaleon noticed individuals adorned in intricate, enchanted armor. Mages, warriors, some had no weapons simply a combat Gi.

A team rushed in behind Ghaleon, catching his attention. The party consisted of a towering Barbarian, a solemn Priest, and a Rogue whose movements betrayed a sense of stealth and agility. The Barbarian, muscles rippling beneath his battle-worn armor, was the most vocal. "Damnit, who keeps feeding these swear rats? I swear those sons of a Dracul banger get bigger every time."

Ghaleon was taken aback by the intensity of their language, a profanity created specifically for the Draculs.

Damn, this game always treated Draculs like they had zero charisma, all because of their savagery of the ones from the mainland. Damn, did I just make things worse when I lied about my father? Damnit, why did I say I was a Dracul could I have screwed this world up worse?

The guild clerk's voice cut through the noise once more. "That's what I'm talking about—the return of the Dook group. Keeping the rewards clean so we can keep our streets clean. No more chamber pots because of Dook patrol. Can we get a hand clap?"

The Rogue's face twisted with a mixture of shame and frustration as the guild clerk proudly declared their party as The Dook group.

The Priest, maintaining a sense of humor, dryly remarked, "Well, at least we're not homeless."

Unfazed by the discomfort evident in the Dook group, the guild clerk pressed on, her voice carrying over the restless crowd. "Alright, first things first. First come, first serve. The Dook group, cleaning up them sewers night and day, easily a quest on the books, and only they are willing to take it. Give it up once more for The Dook group!"

The Warrior and his party, seemingly offended by the assignment, erupted in a barrage of curses. "Damnit, damnit, damnit," the Warrior grumbled, his frustration palpable. Grabbing a blue-shaped orb, he and his group stormed out of the crowd, becoming the object of ridicule as laughter echoed through the guild hall.

Those blue orbs are the quest, they are the same from the game. Complete them, the orb shatters and rewards you, whatever item was sealed inside of them.

Time to grab a quest! No holding back, I either dive in now or I don't. He thinks to himself. Trying to psych himself up for the challenge.

With another loud and boisterous call, she shouted out, "Easy quest number two I repeat, easy quest number two, Slimes! Get your slimes here! You know who you are so come and get em. We got slime quest for those who hate slimes and those who bate with slimes, we don't judge we just want em gone!"

A mix of seasoned adventurers and some rather peculiar-looking individuals hurried toward the slime quest clerk, eager to secure their spot on the quest.

"Easy does it, enough slimes to go around. Creepy people, save some for the newbies. Don't go trapping them all in your basements. Nobody else will say it, but I will. That's Cray Cray."

Wait did she just say cray cray, that's slang, from Earth? Damn, could she be an earthling trapped here too? And if she was how would I even explain to her I am from earth too?

As the clerk's words hung in the air, the only clear reason behind this could be. Either this world had adopted the same slang as his or she was from Earth. Shocked by the possibility, he remained silent, unsure of how to approach the clerk about it.

Stepping toward the desk slowly, his nerves apparent, Ghaleon mustered a hesitant, "Uhhh, hey."

The clerk looked at him with an arched brow and a mocking expression. "Uhhh, hey, you, like, uhhh, here to get an, uhhh, quest? That's you, that's how you sound right now," she replied, exaggerating the pauses in her speech.

Ok she is totally from my world, that or she is literally the biggest asshole I have ever met. Seriously who the hell does she think she is talking to? He thought to himself, frowning at her.

"Wow, has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole? Like seriously a legit asshole?" He asked with a sharp comeback.

The clerk didn't miss a beat. "Yes," she responded with a smirk, "has anyone ever told you that you look like an asshole? No? Well, guess what, today's your lucky day because guess who has a secret for you!"

With a panicked look on her face, another guild clerk would come to the rescue. This guild clerk was a lady with striking long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, sensed the awkwardness in the air, and swiftly apologized for her fellow clerk's eccentric behavior. She was notably shorter than her counterpart, she bore a small pink scar with three claws beneath her left eye.

"Please, accept my most sincere apology for her unique..attitude, please understand it's nothing personal, and while some find it funny. It's not everyone's cup of tea," the blue-haired lady offered, her voice gentle and inviting.

"Last call get them slimes while they are good and wet, by met day they will dry out and half of you will be looking mighty sad, and who knows some of you might risk the rug burn!" The other clerk calls out once more.

"Are you new here?" she inquired, a warm smile on her face. A look of embarrassment is obvious as she tries to ignore what the other clerk just said.

"I am, I just, umm passed my adventure awakening, yesterday," Ghaleon said, appreciating the sincerity in her demeanor. She didn't seem so bad, at least she hasn't called me an asshole or figured out I don't know what the hell I am doing...yet. He thought to himself.

She introduced herself as Luchia Suchell, bowing her head in a polite gesture. "Welcome to the Eldorian City Guild."

Ghaleon returned the warm gesture. He informed her he would not only like to register but also apply to be a part of a party if possible. She says as soon as he is registered she can handle the rest of his inquiries. Luchia guided him towards a mystical book placed on a pedestal, its pages seemingly enchanted. "For the guild registration, place your hand on the book," she instructed, her blue eyes glowing with a subtle magical aura.

Character Name: Ghaleon AlexsonGuild Rank: E-Contribution Points: 0Guild Number: GA-G14 Classified

Quest Rankings:

E-Quests: AvailableE Quests: Available

Guild Benefits:

Guild Store Access: Unlocked 5 percent discount for all Guild members, Grows with your rank.

The registration process was quick, and before he knew it he was being escorted into he waiting area for new new members seeking a party.

The next step was an E-rank mission he thought with hopefully enough funds to pay for a few night's stay.