So Love Berries and Wild Berries were poisonous. That wasn't good news.

"How toxic are they?" I asked.

The healer smiled. "Perhaps rather than toxic, they are harmful."

Harmful? That meant I wouldn't die, hopefully.

"How harmful?" I asked her.

"Love Barriers have a kind of weak poison that causes constipation. Wild Berries do not have poison in them, but substances that cause the same. Eating them together is not a good combination," Lucy told me.

I sighed. "I ate them together."

"For how long?" The healer asked me.

"Three days."

"That explains it all. You don’t have to worry. I have an antidote here. All you have to do is drink it, and everything should be fine," she told me as a small bottle of black liquid appeared in her hand.

I took it from her, opened it, and sniffed at its contents, which smelled pungent. Well, if it should help me, I was willing to do anything. I was about to drink the contents, but Lucy took my hand to stop me.

"Not here, not in my tent," the healer said.

"Why?"

Lucy smirked. "The antidote works quickly. I recommend you drink it somewhere where you can empty yourself right away."

"Oh," I said, blushing when I realized what she has in mind.

This was a laxative.

I scratched my head and asked her. "Where can I find a toilet?"

"It'll be faster if I show you," she told me. "Come on."

We left her tent and headed for the edge of the camp, where half a dozen screens stood away from the tents. I was quite relieved that I didn't have to look for a bush to squat. When I thought about it, given the number of people in the camp, it wasn't ideal for everyone to relieve themselves where they wanted.

"If you see a red cloth draped over the entrance, it means it's occupied. Good luck," Lucy said. "When you're done, come to my tent."

I nodded. "Okay."

I had a clear goal. I visited one of the free cabins. It was basically an outhouse, only the walls were not wooden but canvas. There was no ceiling, which was good for ventilation, and I could guess what the pile of straw was for. I threw the prepared red piece of cloth over the entrance and, with one breath, drank the contents of the bottle I had received from Lucy.

She was right. It began to work very quickly.

I barely had time to take off my pants.

I have never had to use a laxative in my life, and it was an interesting experience. I spent tens of minutes in an outhouse and would welcome some reading in addition to straw. The magazine would probably be too much I could wish for, but they could have some kind of newspaper here.

Anyway, I was glad that this experience was behind me, and when I returned to Lucy, I felt a few kilos lighter. As I approached her tent, I heard she was not alone inside. I came quietly closer so I could listen to what they were talking about.

"So, where is she?" A male voice asked.

"Calm down, she was eating the berries for three days," Lucy told him.

"Why the hell would she do that? Everyone who goes to this forest knows not to eat them," the man said.

"You'll have to ask her yourself. I didn't ask her, but I felt like she didn't know about the effects of the berries."

"Linus told me that when the slavers caught her, she wasn't wearing more than she is now," the man said.

Who was Linus? Did I meet him? The name didn't mean anything to me.

"You'll have to ask her that, too," she told him. "Just wait until she comes back."

"What's taking her so long?" The man growled.

I had no idea how long they had been waiting for me, but it must have been more than a few minutes. I felt embarrassed, but I didn't want my rescuers to wait any longer, and I stepped into the tent. Two pairs of eyes immediately looked at me.

"All right? Did you have any problems?" Lucy asked me.

She probably had no problem talking about such things as a healer, but I was red from head to toe.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."

"If you have any problems, tell me." She told me. "Kirra, let me introduce Christopher. He is the leader of this expedition. "

That's how I imagined a knight. Handsome with wavy auburn hair. Some nice muscles and in glittering armor.

"You can call me Chris. Everyone calls me that," he said, smiling at me. "You're Kirra, aren't you?"

"Kirra Gotobed," I told him my full name.

Why did I do that? I have no clue. I was nervous and still feeling embarrassed. My name didn't help much. I saw his corners twitch, but he didn't laugh. However, Lucy had more trouble whit that and had to cover her mouth with her hand. I was used to such reactions.

"Interesting name. Kirra, from what Lucy had told me, you didn't know that the berries in this forest were poisonous?" he asked.

"That's true, I saw them for the first time," I told him the truth.

Chris thought. "Every budding adventurer who goes to this forest will get basic information. Including what grows in the forest. Kirra, you're not an adventurer, are you?"

"No," I said with a nod. "I'm not."

"I was told that when the slavers caught you, you were wearing only what you have now. Is that true?" He asked.

"Yes, nothing more," I said.

Chris glanced at Lucy. "Have you lost your equipment?"

"No, when I got here, this was all I had. Actually, except for the ring and the collar," I told them and showed them the ring.

"Why?" Chris asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you come here with such a low level only in what you're wearing?" Chris clarified his question.

I still wasn't sure what I could tell them and what I couldn't. But I couldn't keep it a secret forever. Who knows? Maybe they had the answers to how I got here and how to get back.

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"It wasn't because I wanted to. I have no suicidal tendencies, and going to a forest full of monsters seem to me like suicide. So no, it wasn't my intention. You probably won't believe me, but I just showed up here. One moment I was in my house, safe, and suddenly I was looking at a giant bear that wanted to eat me," I told them.

Wow. I felt relieved. Now that I told someone, a weight was lifted from my shoulders.

"Hmm, so someone summoned you here!" Chris summed it up.

I nodded. "Probably. But I didn't see anyone. No magic circles, no portal."

"That's not how skills work," Chris said.

"You're not from Elaaden, are you, Kirra?" Lucy asked me.

What? Why did she suddenly ask me that?

"Perhaps you could first tell me what Elaaden is?" I asked her.

Lucy glanced at Chris. "This world. Elaaden is the name of this world."

I think I just answered her question.

"Then my answer is no," I told her. "I'm not from Elaaden."

From the beginning, I was sure this was not Earth. Two suns, monsters like no other on Earth, and this system said it all. I just hoped I could still be somewhere on Earth. Lucy just confirmed that it wasn't.

"Okay, we're not going to speculate now who summoned you, or how you got here," Chris said with a frown. "So you got here without any knowledge of our world and survived in the Greendale forest alone for three days? That's not bad."

Was it a compliment? Because it felt like praise. Right now, I felt a little more proud of what I had accomplished.

"It couldn't have been easy with your level and equipment," he told me.

I smirked. "It wasn't. When I got here, I was on level one. I was confused, scared and the bear almost killed me!"

Now they were both looking at me with their mouths open.

"What happened?" I asked them.

"You were level one in Greendale forest?" Lucy asked.

I nodded. "Yes, I had to fight for survival every day. This place is full of bloodthirsty monsters."

"It must have felt that way with your level," Chris said.

Lucy nodded. "All the predators must have seen you as very easy prey."

"I felt that way," I said, adding. "Like prey."

"You had to kill something. Otherwise, you wouldn't get the levels!" Chris said.

I smirked. "That bear, some rats, a lot of leeches, and I fought the Shadow Tiger."

"Did you kill the Shadow Tiger?" Chris asked.

I shook my head. "No, I just fought him and survived."

It was a close call. Just a little, and I would be lying in his/her stomach now. My hand took the worst from the fight, but it was fine now. It reminded me that I didn't want it to heal badly.

"Lucy, could you please check my left hand. When I fought the tiger, my arm was broken, and I'm afraid if it healed properly." I asked her.

Lucy approached me, and just as I lay on the table, her hands began to glow. It was only a matter of time before I heard my diagnosis.

"Your hand is perfectly fine. I can't even see that it has ever been broken," Lucy said.

"I'm so glad," I said with a smile.

Healer frowned. "But it is not possible without the right ability. There are abilities that increase the regeneration of the body, and at a really high level, they can heal that kind of injury you described in a few minutes, but I doubt you have that ability at your level. Other options are abilities like mine. I can increase the body's natural regeneration or heal it by repairing the tissue. Kirra, it's not polite to ask, but what class do you have? "

"I have three. Is that normal?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"That's perfectly normal," Chris said. "Everyone has three"

Really? So another weight was lifted from my shoulders. I thought it must have been some error in the system. That an earthling like me was not fully compatible with the system governing this world.

"All you have to do is tell us their essence, as a warrior or a healer," Lucy said.

I nodded. "So the first one I got when I showed up here is a fighter. I don't know how to describe the second one. It's a slave. I got it when they put the collar around my neck. The last is bearer?"

"So nothing that would give you any healing skill from the beginning," Lucy said.

"No, it's not," I agreed.

However, I did not tell her that I suspected my pajamas of this mystery.

"Then it's a mystery to me how your hand healed in a few days," Lucy said.

"…" An awkward silence. I didn't want to tell them about my clothes right now. I had no idea how they would react. What is the value of things with legendary quality? How rare they were.

"Interesting," Chris said, breaking the silence.

"What's interesting?" Lucy asked.

He scratched his neck and looked at me. "Kirra, I just did something very rude. I used [Appraise] on you."

"What did you do?" Lucy shouted at him.

"Lucy, please let me explain. Kirra here on Elaaden is considered rude to use abilities like [Appraise] on someone else. It can be dangerous if you don't know the person or you are not sure of his abilities. It could be someone who knows what you are doing, and you will have a big problem. I apologize for that." He said and bowed as an apology.

"You must have had a reason for that," I said.

"I did. Lucy, did you ever hear about someone trying to summon people from another world?" He asked the healer.

She nodded. "I heard, and what? Do you think that's her case?"

"I don't know, but do you know why they're trying?" He asked her. "Even though it's dangerous and complicated magic?"

"Oh…" a hint of understanding appeared on her face. "… The items they bring will acquire unprecedented magical abilities."

"Exactly. They summon someone from another world, at best they just rob him, at worst they kill him and keep his objects," Chris said.

I panicked. "That's terrible, and you…"

"Don't worry Kirra, no one's going to kill you here for just a few items. But you have to know that there are a lot of people out there willing to do it. Those items are a great allure to them. For example, the Samal sword is one such object. It remained in the Samal after their hero, whom they summoned. Now it is one of the national treasures, a sword of mythical quality," Chris said.

"..And are objects of mythical quality so rare?" I asked.

He smirked. "Very rare. Most of them are in the hands of rulers. No one knows the exact number because for sure, some are kept in secret. I certainly wouldn't boast of such equipment. It would be suicide. But there are dozens of those who are known throughout Elaaden. "

"It's not much," I nodded. "What are the qualities of the objects?"

I wanted to know how high on the scale the Legendary is.

"Ordinary, Unusual, Rare, Masterful, Epic, Legendary and Mythical there are just speculating about others," Chris told me.

Fuck. I thought so, but it was something else to think and know the truth. Legendary quality was only one step away from national treasures.

"When Lucy said that it was strange how your hand healed, it occurred to me that it might be due to an object. You came here from another world, as to how we can only speculate. I was curious, and I want to apologize once again," he apologized to me again.

Lucy Frowned. "So, what did you find out?"

"You're curious too," he said with a smirk. "I didn't find anything. I haven't been able to use [Appraise] on Kirra's equipment."

"I thought your [Appraise] was of a high level?" Lucy asked.

Chris nodded. "It is. If Kirra lets you, you can try it too."

"Kirra?" She asked me, looking at me pleadingly.

So now I'm some guinea pig? Curiosity? I didn't like that. I didn't like standing out from the crowd. As for her question, I was sure it would be with the same result as Chris's attempt. My third class somehow protected me.

"You can," I told her.

Lucy fixed her eyes on me, but I didn't register anything. No rays from their eyes, no strange feeling on my body.

"Really weird," she murmured before her eyes met mine. "Even if you were to wear mythical equipment, I should at least be able to get its name."

"That's exactly what I thought," Chris said. "Kirra, would you be willing to tell us what grade your equipment is? If you don't, you don't have to, I don't want you to feel like you're being interrogated, but the point is, there are some records about other people who were caught by slavers. We know who they are and what they are. We don't know anything about you. I have to admit, I'm just curious."

"Well," I sighed. "That collar on my neck is a legendary item."

"What?" "What?"

It rang in my ears as they both cried out loud. I did not expect such a reaction. I was glad I only told them about the collar. They would figure it out anyway. The slavers spoke loud enough about it for the other slaves to hear.

"Sorry, Kirra," Lucy apologized. "But why did they give you such a collar? Even though it's a terrible thing, it has incredible value."

"Because Francis is an idiot," I said.

"Who?" Lucy asked.

I smirked. "The guy who gave me the collar is named Francis. His boss scolded him pretty badly for that too."

"I'm not surprised. Legendary items have a huge value. For some, you could buy a small town. You won't find them on store shelves, and you have to be very lucky if you come across one at an auction house," Chris said.

"So they are also rare. Like the mythical ones?" I asked.

"No, there are thousands of them, but they all have their owners. It's not something you could buy in a store," he explained.

"Ah." I had five.

I could buy a small town, he said? I think I could buy something bigger than that.

"Don't be bothered by it. Not everyone can have such items," Chris said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I think you definitely want to get rid of that collar. It shouldn't be a problem even if it is a legendary collar."