Name: Ain
Class: Guardian Healer
Race: Fallen Angel
Strength: 15
Agility: 20
Vitality: 50
Aptitude: 45
I finished distributing my status points, dumping them all into Aptitude, and upgrading my healing hands, one more time. After draining most of my psionic energy into stitching and reconnecting the mangled soldiers back together, it felt like the logical choice. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing—healing magic and necromancy were clearly out of my depth—but the results spoke for themselves.
The four soldiers I worked on were revived without any serious complications, their bodies restored to full function as if nothing had happened. It was a strange phenomenon, something that felt more like science fiction than fantasy. The seamless way their wounds healed and their forms stabilized left me both baffled and slightly proud.
However, what made me truly happy was the 10,000 UC payout and the ice cream that I held in my hand that I bought for merely 2 UC while sitting down on a bench overlooking the command center. What was strange was the same quest terminal outside of the command center itself, it was the same terminal as the one in the guild.
This place was located in the middle of the base, crowded with contractors and soldiers, way more crowded than Ludmilla, but that was expected, this was a military base, after all.
“Hey there, Ain,” A person greeted me, then suddenly, sat right next to me. It was David.
“I thought you were still busy operating,” I asked.
“It’s all done now, I’m just here to speak with the pretty lady sitting down on the chair. And here, considering you’re from Earth, you might want this,” David said, handing me down a box.
I opened the box, and my eyes widened at the contents. Inside were two items that immediately caught my attention: a sleek, rugged watch and what appeared to be a phone—an iPhone, to be exact. But that wasn’t all. Beneath them lay a pair of quad-lens night-vision goggles and a laser sight for my rifle. The whole kit screamed high-end military tech, and it was all… mine?
What kind of gift was this? It felt like too much all at once.
“Figured you might need a proper starter kit,” David said casually, as if handing over several thousand dollars’ worth of gear was just something he did every day.
“Thanks… but I’ve got questions,” I said, holding up the goggles with a raised eyebrow.
“Shoot.”
“These tools… they’re expensive, aren’t they?” I asked, gesturing at the items. The iPhone alone had to be worth at least $2,000, especially considering this version looked like it could survive a warzone. And the night-vision goggles? These weren’t the standard binocular ones you’d see in movies—this was a quad-lens setup, the kind reserved for elite special forces.
David smiled knowingly. “Expensive? Sure, if you’re thinking Earth prices. But here? It’s just gear. Tools for the trade. Consider it an investment. Besides, this is not even 1% of my money.”
“How much money do you even have?” I asked, narrowing my eyes, the disbelief clear in my tone.
“Hmmm, enough,” David replied with a casual shrug like it wasn’t worth discussing.
“How much?” I pressed.
He tilted his head slightly, his smile turning a bit sly. “Billions. Is that enough for you?”
“Bi... billions?” I stammered, nearly dropping the night-vision goggles.
“Yeah, a mix of guild work, heists, selling stuff, and the list goes on,” David said with a sly smile, clearly enjoying my reaction. He leaned against the bench casually, the kind of posture only someone ridiculously wealthy could pull off. “You must be wondering how I made that kind of money, huh? Well, this is a multi-realm for a reason. You can earn from other realms too.”
“Huh?” I blinked, completely dumbfounded.
He chuckled at my confusion, clearly used to explaining this to rookies. “Think about it—you can go to a more… GTA-esque world, or Tarkov, Payday, Battlefield, you name it. The possibilities are endless. This world? It’s one of the more beginner-friendly ones. PVP is completely disabled here, so it’s a safe zone for newbies like you.”
I stared at him, trying to wrap my head around the idea. “So… you’re saying you can just… jump between worlds, do stuff, and make money?”
“Exactly,” he replied, the smirk never leaving his face. “One moment, you’re robbing a bank while shooting waves of FBI SWATs. The next, you’re piloting a mech in as a mercenary. If you’ve got the skill and the guts, the potential for profit is infinite.”
“Woah…” I breathed, completely speechless. I wouldn’t lie—this whole thing was blowing my mind.
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David noticed my reaction and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Besides, that stuff? It’s cheap here. The GPNVG-18 isn’t all that expensive in this world. It’s basically considered budget gear.”
“Budget?” I repeated, incredulous. “You’re calling this budget?”
He nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Yup. They’ve got better stuff now—thermal-quadrant hybrids, AI-assisted vision systems, psionic-based detection, you name it. The GPNVG-18 is like buying an entry-level sedan. Practical, reliable, but nothing flashy.”
I shook my head, still trying to process how night-vision goggles worth a small fortune on Earth were considered entry-level here. “This world is insane.”
David smirked, the corner of his lips curling into an amused grin. “You’ll get used to it. Nice to see other people around here, though—I get tired of the locals in this world. They’re… a bit dull, to say the least.”
He adjusted his glasses and continued, “Anyway, before you get too excited, you’ll need to hit level 10 first. Think of this world as a… tutorial.”
“A tutorial?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You mean everything here is just beginner-level?”
“Pretty much,” he replied, leaning casually on his cart. “It’s designed to teach you the ropes, help you figure out how things work, and, more importantly, keep you alive while you do it. Once you hit level 10, though? You’ll get access to other realms. That’s where things start to get interesting.”
I nodded slowly, still processing everything David had said. So this entire world is just the warm-up? The thought was surreal, but it made sense in a weird way. The missions, the gear, the relatively safe environment—it all clicked as a way to ease people like me into the insanity of multi-realm existence.
Still, the pay here wasn’t bad at all. As far as I was concerned, if this “tutorial” world could help me climb toward those billion-dollar numbers David casually flaunted, I was all in. I wasn’t going to be satisfied with scraping by. Not now. Not after hearing what was out there.
“Anyway,” David began, his tone casual yet thoughtful, “I don’t know what you did in your past life, but if you’re interested, why don’t you try becoming a wandering healer?”
“A what?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion.
He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I mean, you’re a healer—a Guardian Healer at that. You should have more than enough defense to tank damage while rescuing people in high-intensity combat situations, right? With your skillset, you could make a real difference. Besides, a healer is in quite a high demand, even in other realms.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, noncommittal but intrigued.
David nodded knowingly. “If you’re interested, the terminal should have quests for you. Something along the lines of rescue missions or escort duties. Good pay, decent experience.”
He glanced at the watch on his wrist and sighed. “Break time’s over. I need to get back to work.”
“Have a nice day, David,” I said with a small smile as he turned to leave.
“You too, Ain,” he replied over his shoulder before heading back toward the other healers.
As I stood there, I couldn’t help but consider his words. A wandering healer, huh? Sounds dangerous, but… it could be worth it. I finished up my ice cream and I headed to the terminal again for quest. The daylight was still high up in the sky, and it was still 14:30, and with the night-vision goggles, I might be able to take quests at night time.
Walking to the quest terminal located next to the command building, I browsed through the quest menu, and the quest list became way longer and the reward became much bigger, and I didn’t doubt that the stakes were significantly higher too.
[Provide Medical Support for Task Force 404: 80,000 UC]
[Rescue Bravo Platoon From Husks: 50,000 UC]
[Retrieve an Artefact From The Temple: 120,000 UC]
[Looking For Temporary Penis Enlargement Potion: 60,000 UC]
[Recover a Secret Stash of ‘Special’ Coffee Shipment: 70,000 UC]
[Provide Medical Support and Defend Southern Checkpoint: 120,000 UC]
[Retrieve Lost Medical Supplies Near Southern Checkpoint: 80,000 UC]
The quests had taken a turn for the blatantly odd. The temporary penis enlargement potion? Sure, why not? And the "special coffee shipment"? Yeah, there was no doubt it would do something… special when consumed. The absurdity of the jobs felt like either a poorly written comedy or a test of how far I’d go for UC.
[Provide Medical Support and Defend Southern Checkpoint: 0/1]
[Retrieve Lost Medical Supplies Near Southern Checkpoint: 0/1]
I sighed and closed the quest menu for now. The southern checkpoint mission seemed practical enough, but before committing, I decided to check out the nearest depot. If I was going to navigate this forest again, I’d need something faster and more reliable than trudging through the mud on foot.
Wilhelm did mention mechs before… I thought, intrigued. Maybe the depot here had vehicles—or at the very least, something to make traversing this godforsaken forest less of a slog. With that in mind, I scanned the area and made my way toward the depot.
The depot turned out to be a modest-looking tent—small and unassuming—but appearances could be deceiving. Inside, instead of attendants, there were two sleek terminals mounted on what looked like package lockers. It gave off the vibe of a high-tech vending machine, but for... what exactly? Weapons? Vehicles? Supplies? I wasn’t sure yet.
I approached one of the terminals, curiosity leading the way. The interface blinked to life as I stood in front of it.
[Vehicle] [Weapons] [Ammo] [Aid Items] [Search: _______]
I tapped the [Search] bar and typed in “Hilux,” hoping for something rugged enough to handle the mud and forest trails. A list appeared almost instantly, categorized by manufacturing year. Strangely, the search spanned a timeline from the 1990s all the way to the 2050s.
Wait, 2050s? How the hell do vehicles from the future even end up here? I thought, momentarily baffled. Then again, this was a multi-realm world, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. I died in 2025… Guess I’ve got some catching up to do.
I sorted the results by price, and sure enough, the cheapest models were from the 1990s. I scrolled through the list, wondering just how much UC I’d need to drop for one of these beauties. It was… dirt-cheap, 2,000 UC for the most basic 4WD model.
I purchased the vehicle, and moments later, the car key was dispensed through a small slot in the locker beneath the terminal. Almost immediately, a notification popped up in the top-right corner of my vision:
[Your Car Has Been Added to Your Garage]
[You Can Summon Your Vehicle Using Your Inventory Menu]
“Neat,” I thought to myself.
[Opening Vehicle Customization Menu]
[At an outpost, base, or checkpoint, you have the freedom to fully customize your vehicle, mech, or tank. You can equip it with a remote weapon station, enhanced armor, or basic upgrades like a quad-turbo system, as long as you have enough UC to cover the cost.]
[1992 4x4 Hilux]
* No Armor
* No Weapon
I exited the vehicle menu and stepped outside, and sure enough, there it was—parked right in front of me. A waypoint to the southern checkpoint had already appeared in my peripheral vision, and to my relief, the car was equipped with a GPS mounted on its dashboard. I climbed into the vehicle, turned the key, and the engine roared to life smoothly.
I put my MRAD and G36 on the passenger’s seat and drove off the military outpost.