I'm smiling. It's a strange sensation, like the muscles in my face had forgotten how to do it until this moment. It's not a wide smile, just a slight pull at the corners of my lips, but it's more than I've felt in years. I'm still wearing my gray business suit, the jacket slightly wrinkled from the fall and the pants with a thin layer of dust from this new world. I don't care. For the first time, I don't feel out of place, even though everything around me screams that I don't belong here. The reddish sky, the stone houses, the murmuring of the villagers… it's all a beautiful chaos, and I'm in the center of it.
As I walk northeast, with the curious stares of Luthar's inhabitants piercing my back, I decide to break the silence in my mind.
—Raphael, what do I have to work with here? What am I in this world? —I ask, keeping my voice low so I don't sound like a lunatic talking to himself.
[Notice: Analyzing status of user Hans Müller… Analysis complete. You possess two unique abilities: Aura and Will. Would you like a detailed explanation?] —replies that feminine and precise voice, so calm it almost sounds indifferent.
—Sure, explain them. I have no idea what to do with that —I say, kicking a small rock on the path as I adjust my tie out of pure habit.
[Report: Unique ability 'Aura' – Ability to project an intangible presence that affects the environment and nearby living beings. It can be used to intimidate, calm, or influence others' emotions depending on your intent. Current intensity and range: low, due to lack of experience. Growth potential: high, with practice.]
I pause, frowning.
—So I can make people fear me or listen to me just with… what, my attitude? —I ask, picturing myself as some kind of intimidating boss in a magical boardroom.
[Correction: It is not just attitude. It is a manifestation of your internal energy projected outward. It requires conscious control. Unique ability 'Will' – Ability to resist external influences, whether physical, mental, or magical. It functions as a barrier that protects your mind and body. Current level: basic. Growth potential: significant, with exposure to threats.]
—So I'm a tough nut to crack, huh? —I smile a little more, feeling a tingle of excitement—. And what about magic? Can I throw fireballs or something like that?
[Notice: Scanning magical capacity… Result: You are an ordinary human with no innate affinity for magic. You possess no mana reserves or inherent magical abilities.]
My smile fades a little, and I let out a sigh.
—Great. So I'm just a guy with a fancy suit and a couple of weird tricks. What kind of protagonist am I?
[Correction: You possess a definitive ability: me, Raphael, the Supreme Wisdom. My existence compensates for your lack of magic. I can analyze, predict, and optimize any situation in real time. Additionally, your unique abilities, Aura and Will, can be developed to extraordinary levels with proper training. Conclusion: You are not a 'mere human,' but an individual with unlimited potential.]
I stop in my tracks, processing her words. No magic, but I have Raphael. In Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken, she was Rimuru's key to becoming unstoppable: perfect analysis, flawless strategies, constant evolution. If she's with me, maybe I don't need fireballs after all.
—So you're my secret weapon —I say, picking up the pace again with a spark in my eyes—. How do I use you well, then? Do I just ask you questions all day?
[Answer: My function is to assist and optimize. You can give me specific orders or allow me to act autonomously in critical situations. Suggestion: Practice using Aura and Will in real encounters to accelerate development. Warning: Your current physical state is average. I recommend improving your condition to maximize effectiveness.]
—Are you telling me I'm out of shape? —I ask, half-offended, half-amused.
[Notice: Your muscle mass and stamina are below the average of this world's inhabitants. Probability of fatigue in prolonged combat: 63%. Solution: Regular exercise.]
—Perfect. I reincarnate into a fantasy world and my first mission is to hit the gym —I mutter, shaking my head. But I can't help laughing. This is ridiculous, and I love it.
I keep walking, the wind blowing against my suit and the sound of Raphael buzzing in my mind like a constant companion. For the first time in a long while, I feel alive. I don't know what awaits me to the northeast, but with Aura, Will, and Raphael, I'm ready to face it. Or at least, to try.
I keep walking, and the village of Luthar is now nothing more than a blurry memory behind me. I'm now surrounded by a dense forest, with tall trees rising like columns toward the reddish sky. The leaves crunch beneath my dress shoes—a sound that should bother me because I'm not equipped for this, but I don't care. The air is fresh, with a faint scent of moss and damp wood, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like I'm truly breathing. As I move forward, an idea crosses my mind, something I read in Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken about how humans could transcend their mortal nature.
—Raphael, what about my evolution? —I ask, dodging a root sticking out of the ground—. In this world, humans can become something more, right? Enlightened ones, saints, heroes? How does that work here?
[Notice: Request for information on human evolution detected. Explanation: In this world, an ordinary human can ascend through specific stages under certain conditions. First stage, Enlightened: Achieved by awakening a deep understanding of an internal or external force, such as magic or willpower, accompanied by an increase in life energy. Second stage, Saint: Requires extreme refinement of that force, often tied to a higher purpose or divine blessing, along with the overcoming of physical and mental limits. Final stage, Hero: A state attained by fully transcending humanity, usually after facing a cataclysmic trial and being recognized by the world or a higher entity. Current probability of evolution: Low, due to initial state. Primary requirement: Increase experience and power.]
I nod as I listen to her, picturing myself in shining armor or with a mystical aura.
—So basically I have to work hard, overcome impossible trials, and maybe impress a god or two, right? Sounds like a career promotion, but with more swords and less cold coffee —I comment, smiling to myself.
[Correction: Coffee is not a relevant factor in this process. Suggestion: Focus on developing Aura and Willpower to increase your chances of reaching the Enlightened stage.]
I'm about to reply when I feel my throat go dry. The walking and the fresh air have made me thirsty. I look around and see a small puddle of water between the roots of a tree, crystal-clear and reflecting the sky. Before I can crouch down, Raphael speaks up.
[Notice: Scanning water… Analysis complete. No toxins or parasites detected. It is safe for human consumption.]
—Thanks for the go-ahead, Raphael —I say, kneeling beside the puddle. But as I lean down to scoop some water with my hands, something stops me. My reflection. It's not me. Or at least, not the Hans Müller I knew. My hair, once short and dark brown, is now long, falling in loose strands to my shoulders, a lighter shade of brown with highlights that shimmer in the light. My skin is smooth, almost luminous, without the stress lines or dark circles I used to see in the mirror. And my eyes… they're golden, like liquid gold, bright and deep. My face is a strange but harmonious blend: sharp and masculine features combined with an almost feminine softness, high cheekbones and a jawline that's defined yet delicate. I stare at myself, blinking, and then burst out laughing.
—Wow, Raphael! What is this? Did you make me pretty? I could be a fairy tale prince or a cover model! —I joke, running a hand through the long hair with a goofy smile.
[Notice: Your appearance has been adjusted to align with the laws of this world and reflect your internal potential. I did not design it; it is a natural result of your transfer. Observation: Your comment about being a 'cover model' is irrelevant. Functionality exceeds aesthetics in 87% of probable scenarios.]
—Irrelevant? Come on, Raphael, admit it! I'm handsome. I could charm entire villages with this face —I insist, winking at the reflection like it's someone else.
[Response: The conquest of villages through appearance has an estimated success rate of 12%, increasing to 34% when combined with Aura. Conclusion: Your confidence is notable, but your logic is questionable.]
I laugh again, shaking my head as I take a sip of water. It's cold and refreshing, and for a moment I feel absurdly happy.
—You're right, Raphael. I don't need to conquer anything with my face when I have you. But I'm not going to lie—I like this change.
[Notice: Your satisfaction is irrelevant to my functions. Suggestion: Continue northeast. Magical energy source is 0.8 kilometers away. Probability of significant encounter: 41%.]
—Alright, alright, boss —I say, standing up and brushing the dust off my suit—. Let's see what's waiting for us.
With my new appearance and Raphael in my mind, I keep walking through the forest, feeling lighter than I ever did in my old life.
I keep walking among the trees, chatting with Raphael as if she were an old friend, even though her responses are anything but warm.
—Raphael, do you think I'll find a dragon or something epic at that magic source? —I ask, ducking under a low branch with a smile.
[Answer: The probability of encountering a dragon in this region is 3.7%, based on ecosystem analysis and approximate historical records. Observation: Your enthusiasm is disproportionate to the available evidence.]
—Come on, let me dream a little. It's not every day someone arrives in a new world —I reply, chuckling softly.
[Correction: Dreams do not alter reality. Suggestion: Keep your expectations aligned with the data.]
I shake my head, amused by her sharp sarcasm. Time passes as we keep moving forward, and little by little the reddish sun begins to sink on the horizon, bathing the forest in long shadows and orange hues. I'm about to make another joke when Raphael cuts in with her cold and precise tone.
[Notice: We have reached the source of magical energy. Distance: 10 meters ahead. Prepare for analysis.]
My heart skips a beat. Are we here already? I pick up the pace, nearly tripping over a root in my excitement. I push aside some thorny bushes with my hands, ignoring the scratches on my suit, and step into the clearing. But what I see makes me freeze. There's no glowing portal, no mystical artifact, no roaring dragon. Just a mound of gray rocks, piled irregularly as if someone had forgotten them there centuries ago. I blink, disappointed.
—Is this it? —I mutter, crossing my arms—. Raphael, what the hell is this?
[Notice: Scanning object… Analysis complete. The mound of rocks is a surface formation. However, I detect an anomalous concentration of magical energy inside. Material identified: Mithril. Description: Mithril is a rare and highly valued metal in this world, known for its lightness, extreme durability, and ability to conduct magical energy. In its pure state, it is silver with a faint bluish glow. Common uses: Weapons, armor, and enchanted artifacts. Estimated value: High. Observation: The quantity present is minimal, but sufficient to be detectable.]
I stare at the rocks, processing the information. Mithril. I remember that name from Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken —the metal the dwarves used to forge top-tier gear. It's not just an ordinary rock; there's something valuable here. I crouch in front of the mound, squinting to see if I can spot that bluish shimmer Raphael mentioned.
—So, there's Mithril inside these rocks? How do I get it out? —I ask, touching one of the stones with curiosity.
[Answer: Manual extraction is not viable with your current tools, which are nonexistent. Suggestion: Use an appropriate tool, such as an enchanted pickaxe, or seek assistance from a local blacksmith. Alternative: Mark the location and return with proper resources. Success probability without equipment: 4%.]
—An enchanted pickaxe? Sure, let me pull that out of my invisible briefcase —I say with a dry laugh, standing up—. I guess I'm not a miner just yet. But this is interesting. How rare is Mithril here?
[Report: Mithril is scarce in frontier regions like this. Its presence indicates a subterranean vein or an ancient deposit. Probability that the villagers of Luthar are aware: 22%. Recommendation: Keep this information confidential to avoid competition or conflict.]
I nod, looking at the mound with new eyes. It's not a shiny treasure at first glance, but it has potential. My mind starts spinning with ideas: weapons, trade, power. For the first time, I feel like I have something tangible in this world, something that could be the beginning of my own legend.
—Alright, Raphael, let's mark this place on my… uh, mental map, I guess. We'll come back for it later —I say, stepping back.
[Notice: Location registered. Approximate coordinates stored. Suggestion: Consider establishing a base of operations before exploiting resources. The sun has set. Probability of nighttime encounters: 29%.]
I look up at the sky, now dark with a handful of bright stars. The forest is silent, except for the whisper of leaves stirred by the wind. I smile again. Mithril beneath my feet, Raphael in my head, and an entire world to conquer. This is definitely not an office meeting.
....
A few minutes have passed since I decided to stay near the Mithril mound. The sky is completely dark now, sprinkled with stars I don't recognize, and the forest's chill is starting to seep through my suit. With Raphael's instructions echoing in my head, I started building a campfire. "Gather dry branches, stack them in a cone shape, use stones to contain the fire," she said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. But for me, a guy who's never lit anything more than an electric stove, it's a disaster. The branches keep falling, my hands tremble from the cold, and it takes me an eternity to get a spark with the two stones Raphael insisted I rub together. Finally, a weak flame catches, and I sit in front of it, smiling like I've just conquered a mountain.
The warmth is faint but comforting, and the crackling of the fire fills the forest's silence. I watch the flames dance and, for some reason, I feel good. It's not the monotonous life from before; this is real, raw, different. As I rub my hands to warm them, an idea crosses my mind. Raphael won't stop saying I'm out of shape, so I decide to bring it up.
—Hey, Raphael, how about a training session? You said I'm physically unfit, right? How do I get in shape for this world? —I ask, leaning back a bit against a nearby rock, still with a relaxed smile.
[Notice: Your current physical condition is suboptimal. Muscle mass: insufficient. Stamina: below average. Lung capacity: limited due to lack of prior exercise. Response: A training regimen is viable and necessary. Would you like a detailed plan?]
—Sure, give me your best plan. It can't be that hard, right? —I say, imagining a few light push-ups or a daily walk.
[Report: Initial training plan designed. Phase 1 – Endurance: Run 5 kilometers daily through the forest, increasing the distance by 10% each week. Phase 2 – Strength: Lift rocks of increasing weight, starting with 10 kilograms, 50 repetitions per session, three times a day. Phase 3 – Agility: Climb trees at least 8 meters tall, 10 repetitions daily. Estimated duration for basic results: 90 days. Additional requirement: Protein-rich diet; I suggest hunting local animals for supplementation. Probability of extreme fatigue during the first week: 87%. Probability of minor injuries: 62%. Begin tomorrow?]
I blink, and my smile slowly fades as I process what she just said. Run 5 kilometers? Lift rocks like a caveman? Climb trees like a monkey? I straighten up, staring at the fire like it betrayed me.
—Wait, wait, Raphael. 5 kilometers a day? I can barely walk for half an hour without gasping! And lifting rocks? I'm not a weightlifter! —I protest, feeling a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold.
[Correction: Your current inability is precisely the reason for training. Observation: Inhabitants of this world, including average humans, possess superior physical condition due to survival needs. If you wish to compete or survive, this regimen is the minimum acceptable. Alternative: Remain weak and increase your probability of death by 43% in a hostile encounter.]
—Death? —My voice jumps an octave—. Are you telling me if I don't do this, I'll end up as some monster's dinner?
[Notice: Not necessarily as dinner. It could be a lethal attack without subsequent consumption. Probability of encountering nocturnal creatures in this region: 19% tonight. Suggestion: Begin basic stretches now to reduce stiffness tomorrow.]
I stare at the fire, now with a knot in my stomach. Her logic is relentless, and the hint of sarcasm in her tone doesn't help. I rub my face with my hands, sighing.
—Okay, okay. I don't want to die yet. But isn't there a more... gentle version? Something for total beginners like me? —I ask, nearly pleading.
[Response: Modified version available. Phase 1 – Fast walking 2 kilometers daily. Phase 2 – Lift 5-kilogram stones, 20 repetitions daily. Phase 3 – Climb a 3-meter tree, 5 repetitions per week. Duration for minimal results: 120 days. Warning: Slower progress increases your vulnerability by an additional 33% time. Accept?]
—Oh my god, Raphael, you're terrifying me —I say, letting out a nervous laugh—. But I guess fast walking doesn't sound too bad. I'll take the soft version... for now.
[Notice: Plan recorded. Start scheduled for tomorrow at dawn. Suggestion: Get sufficient sleep tonight. Probability of interruption by local fauna: 14%. Keep the fire burning.]
I watch the flames, which now feel more like a warning than a comfort. I lean back against the rock, still half-smiling, though with a touch of anxiety. Training, Mithril, a new world... this is far from boring, but Raphael has a special way of making me feel like I'm about to suffer. And somehow, I like that.
—Good night, Raphael. Don't let the monsters eat me —I murmur, closing my eyes.
[Response: I cannot control the monsters. But I will alert you if they approach. Rest.]
And with that, I let the exhaustion take me, with the fire's crackling as my only companion in this strange forest.
....
The next morning began like divine punishment. The sky was just starting to tint a pale pink when Raphael's voice burst into my head like a relentless alarm clock.
[Notice: It is 05:30. Scheduled training begins. Get up.]
I opened my eyes with a groan, my body stiff from having slept on the ground next to the now extinguished campfire. Everything hurt, but there was no escape. Raphael didn't accept excuses. I stood up, wobbling, and began the "gentle" routine I had agreed to. Fast walking for 2 kilometers was torture: my legs burned, sweat soaked through my suit shirt, and my breathing was a pathetic pant. It wasn't normal to sweat this much so quickly; it felt like my body was unloading years of inactivity in a single morning. Then came lifting the 5-kilo stones. My arms trembled like jelly after the tenth repetition, but I managed all 20, though with more grunts than dignity.
Now I was on phase 3: climbing a 3-meter tree. It was my fourth time, and my hands were scraped by the bark, muscles screaming in protest. As I climbed with effort, gripping the branches like my life depended on it, a thought came to mind.
—Raphael —I panted, hanging from a branch—, is there a big village nearby? Somewhere I can learn magic or something useful? Sweating like a pig isn't really my thing.
[Notice: Scanning region… Result: Yes, there is a significant village, Tarnis, 12 kilometers southwest. Sarcasm: 'Nearby' is relative, but if you maintain a steady running pace, you could arrive in about two hours. Probability of finding magical instructors: 47%, given its status as a trade settlement. Would you like detailed instructions?]
—Two hours running? —I repeated, incredulous. My grip slipped, and before I could process it, I fell from the tree. The ground approached quickly, but I didn't feel the impact I expected. No crunch, no sharp pain. I landed on my feet, unhurt, as if I had jumped from a step. I blinked, confused, looking at my hands and then at the tree.
[Notice: Unique skill 'Will' activated automatically. Your body was protected from physical harm by reinforcing internal resistance against impact. Damage received: 0%. Observation: Your coordination needs work.]
I stayed silent for a second, then let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through my long, sweaty hair.
—Seriously, Raphael? You nearly scared me to death! Why don't you warn me before something like that happens? I thought I was going to break a leg!
[Response: There was no real risk of injury, therefore no warning was necessary. Sarcasm: Deepest apologies that your weak heart couldn't handle the thrill. If you want fewer surprises, improve your environmental awareness. Or simply don't fall.]
—Oh, great, now it's my fault —I replied, still half-laughing as I brushed the dust off my suit—. You're relentless, you know that?
[Correction: I am efficient. Your survival depends on my accuracy, not your comfort. Will you continue complaining or do you plan to head to Tarnis?]
I sighed, looking at the forest around me. Sweat still dripped from my forehead, but the idea of a big village —with food, shelter, and maybe magic— was too tempting. Plus, if Will could save me from falls like that, maybe I wasn't as defenseless as I thought.
—Alright, Raphael. Let's go to Tarnis. But if I die running for two hours, I'll blame you forever —I said, starting to walk southwest on trembling legs.
[Notice: Death by exhaustion has an 8% probability, assuming you don't faint first. I appreciate your eternal trust in my blameworthiness. Instruction: Maintain a steady pace and breathe properly.]
With a mix of exhaustion and amusement, I set off, leaving behind the tree and the cold campfire. Tarnis awaited, and with Raphael as my sarcastic guide, this could only get more interesting.
Walking wasn't an option. Raphael forced me to run, and every meter of those 12 kilometers —or 12,000 meters, as my exhausted mind kept reminding me— was a nightmare. After the first 2,000, my legs were jelly; at 10,200, I was breathing like a wounded animal, panting and groaning with each step. Sweat blinded me, soaking through my suit, and Raphael's voice in my head was a mix of relentless guidance and subtle torture.
[Notice: 1,800 meters remaining. Maintain pace. Your heart rate is at 152 beats per minute. Suggestion: Control your breathing or you will collapse with a 14% probability.]
I didn't respond. I couldn't. I just kept running, stumbling over roots and silently cursing my past self for agreeing to this plan. Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to explode, I pushed through some last thorny bushes and saw the village: Tarnis. It was bigger than Luthar, with wooden and stone houses lined along cobbled streets. Wooden watchtowers rose at the corners, and a bustling market filled the air with scents of freshly baked bread, spices, and tanned leather. A winding river crossed the village, reflecting the morning sun, and an old stone bridge connected both halves of the settlement. The people —men in cloaks, women with baskets, children running— stared at me with curiosity, but I didn't care. I could only mutter one word between gasps:
—Water…
I ran like a madman toward the center of the village, ignoring the stares and murmurs. My eyes locked onto a water fountain in a small plaza: a circular stone structure with a constant stream falling into a shallow basin. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself at it, practically diving headfirst. The cold water hit my face, and I drank like my life depended on it, gulping down huge mouthfuls as I washed the sweat from my forehead and neck. I sat inside the fountain for a moment, drenched but renewed, feeling life return to my exhausted body.
I stepped out dripping, my suit clinging to my skin and my long hair dripping over my shoulders. I leaned against the edge of the fountain, finally breathing like a human again, and a tired smile formed on my face. That's when Raphael decided to speak.
[Notice: You have arrived at Tarnis. Your entrance was… memorable. Congratulations on not dying in the attempt. The fountain is not a public bath, by the way. Probability of villagers considering you a lunatic: 68%.]
I let out a laugh, still panting a little, and looked around. Some kids were pointing at me from a distance, and a man in a leather apron frowned as he walked by.
—Come on, Raphael, let me enjoy the moment. I survived your hellish training and found water. I'm practically a hero already! —I said, shaking the water from my hair like a model in a commercial.
[Correction: Heroes do not dive into public fountains like desperate animals. Your definition of 'heroism' is fascinatingly low. Suggestion: Find a place to dry off before you're arrested for disturbing the peace.]
—You're cruel, you know that? —I replied, laughing as I stood up, still dripping—. But you're right. Let's explore this village. I want to see what it has to offer me.
With my body renewed and my spirit a little lighter, I started walking through the streets of Tarnis, leaving a trail of water behind me and a smile I couldn't wipe away.
As I explored the cobbled streets of Tarnis, I couldn't stop watching the people with fascination. There was a different energy here: men and women in light armor, swords at their hips, bows slung across their backs, and wind-worn cloaks. Some carried sacks full of supplies, others checked scrolls as they walked. Raphael interrupted my thoughts with his calm voice.
[They are adventurers. Individuals who perform tasks for rewards, from hunting beasts to gathering resources. This settlement appears to be a waypoint for them.]
Adventurers. The word echoed in my head, and I immediately thought of a guild. In the mangas I used to read, guilds were the heart of an adventurer's life: a place to find jobs, learn skills, and maybe start building something in this world. I had no money, no gear, no idea what to do, so a guild sounded like the perfect place to start. I looked around and saw a large group of adventurers near a fruit stand: three men and a woman, chatting animatedly while checking their weapons. I decided to approach.
When they saw me, one of them —a tall guy with a scruffy beard and a longsword resting on his shoulder— raised a hand in greeting.
—Hey, friend! Haven't seen you around here before —he said, smiling with curiosity.
The others turned to look at me. The woman, with short red hair tied in a ponytail, eyed me up and down, raising an eyebrow. I returned the greeting with a friendly smile, trying to ignore how ridiculous I must've looked in my soaked suit.
—Hi. I just arrived in Tarnis. I'm… well, new to all this —I said, scratching the back of my neck—. I was wondering if there's a guild around here. Somewhere someone like me could start?
The bearded man chuckled and pointed with his thumb toward a building at the end of the street. It was a wooden tavern with a weathered sign that read "The Broken Horn."
—Sure there is. The guild's inside the tavern, right there. They're always looking for extra hands, though… —He paused, eyeing me again—. You don't look like the typical adventurer, friend. What are you, a lost noble or something?
The red-haired woman crossed her arms and added:
—Those golden eyes and that hair… Looks like he stepped out of a fairytale. Are you sure you're not a prince running from a castle?
The other two laughed, and one mumbled something about "a weird outfit to fight monsters in." I felt my face heat up, but I kept the smile on.
—No, nothing like that. I'm just… a guy eager to learn. Thanks for the help —I said, nodding to them before turning toward the tavern.
As I walked away, I heard more murmurs behind me.
—"Where'd that guy come from?"
—"Maybe he's an eccentric mage. Those types always dress weird."
—"Or a lucky idiot. Let's see if he lasts a week."
I ignored the comments and kept walking toward The Broken Horn, hands in my pockets and a mix of nerves and excitement in my chest. I had no money and no experience, but a tavern with a guild was a good start. Maybe I could find something to do, something to give me purpose here.
Raphael, as always, didn't miss the chance to mess with me.
[Memorable first impression. A group of adventurers already considers you a lost noble or a lunatic. Well done. Your lack of money and gear should make things even more interesting in that tavern.]
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head as I pushed the tavern door open.
—Thanks for the support, Raphael. At least my pretty face got me directions. Now let's see if I can survive in there.
The door creaked open, and the smell of beer, old wood, and sweat hit me instantly. This was going to be fun.
As I entered The Broken Horn, a faint smile formed on my face. It was exactly as I had imagined from the mangas: a rustic and lively place. The wooden walls were worn, with sword marks and scratches that told stories of past fights. Round tables filled the space, packed with adventurers drinking beer from metal mugs, laughing loudly or arguing with raised voices. The floor was covered in sawdust, probably to absorb spills, and a crackling fireplace in one corner filled the air with the scent of burning wood mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. In the back, a long counter served as a bar, but to one side was a smaller desk stacked with scrolls and a young woman behind it, clearly the guild's receptionist.
I walked up to her, dodging a burly guy who nearly bumped into me with his mug in hand. The receptionist was a girl in her twenties, with brown hair tied in a braid and green eyes that sparkled with a mix of kindness and cunning. She wore a simple robe but had a brooch with a symbol that looked like a shield with wings. When I reached the desk, she looked me up and down and smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
—Welcome to The Broken Horn. I haven't seen you around here before. Looking to join the guild? —she asked, leaning her elbows on the desk with interest.
I nodded, trying to sound confident even though my soaked suit and still-uneven breathing didn't help.
—Uh, yeah. I just arrived in Tarnis and I want to start as an adventurer. What do I need to register?
She drummed her fingers on a scroll and her smile widened.
—It's simple. Registration costs 10 gold coins per month. That gives you access to missions, basic lodging, and training if you need it. Got the money ready?
I swallowed hard, feeling a knot in my stomach. My voice came out more nervous than I wanted.
—Ten gold coins… Uh, truth is I don't have any money. I just got here and… well, I'm starting from scratch.
To my surprise, her smile grew even wider, as if she had been expecting that answer. She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret.
—Don't worry, you're not the first to show up without a copper. The guild has a special plan for adventurers like you, the ones who want to make a living from the ground up. We sign you up for free at first, and you can take low-ranking missions to pay your fee with what you earn. That said, if you die trying, the guild's not responsible. What do you say?
I opened my mouth to turn her down —the idea of dying didn't exactly sound appealing— but before I could speak, Raphael stepped in my mind with his firm tone.
[Accept. It's an ideal opportunity to strengthen your unique abilities, Aura and Will. The missions will expose you to practical situations, and your lack of funds makes this your best option. Initial success probability is 61% if you follow my instructions.]
I sighed deeply, closing my eyes for a second. Alright, Raphael, you win. I looked at the receptionist and nodded, forcing a smile.
—Alright, I accept. Sign me up for that plan.
She clapped enthusiastically, as if I had just won a prize.
—Excellent! I love when someone's got the guts to start from zero. Wait a moment, I'm going to fill out your form. But first… what's your name?
I was about to say "Hans Müller" out of reflex, but I stopped myself. This was a new world, a fresh start. I smiled to myself, thinking of something that sounded good, something that fit this adventurer life.
—Eidel. Eidel von Kreutz —I said, making up a surname with a medieval flair that made me feel a little braver.
The receptionist nodded, scribbling the name on the scroll with a sharp-tipped quill.
—Eidel von Kreutz… Sounds fancy, I like it. Stay around, I'll finish this and give you your rookie badge. Welcome to the guild!
She turned to look for something in a drawer, humming a tune as she worked. I stayed there, hands in my pockets, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Eidel von Kreutz. It sounded good. It was a new me, and with Raphael by my side, this might just work.
I waited a few minutes, leaning against the desk while the receptionist scribbled on her scroll. The noise of the tavern —laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the occasional shout of someone losing a bet— filled the air. Finally, the woman returned with a small plaque, like an ID card, made of worn metal. Engraved on it was my new name, Eidel von Kreutz, along with an approximate age —28, I assumed it was a guess since I hadn't given any details— and a symbol that looked like a shield with a star.
—Here you go, rookie —she said with a bright smile, handing me the plaque—. You can start with a simple mission to get into the rhythm. Take this. —She handed me a rolled-up scroll, and I opened it with curiosity.
My eyes scanned the words, and they nearly popped out of my head. "Hunt a Black Spider. Classification: Rank B. Description: Two-meter-tall arachnid creature, known for its speed and paralyzing venom. Last seen in the Elden Forest, 3 kilometers north of Tarnis. Reward: 35 gold coins." I looked up at the receptionist, who was still smiling like she'd just given me a gift. I, on the other hand, was in shock. A giant spider? Rank B? I barely knew how to light a campfire!
I sighed in frustration, rubbing my forehead.
—Seriously? Isn't there something easier? I don't have weapons or experience. That thing sounds like it's going to eat me alive! —I protested, trying to stay calm.
She shook her head, still smiling like my panic was amusing.
—Sorry, Eidel, but this is the best I can offer you right now. Rank C missions are for kids collecting herbs, and they don't pay enough for newbies without a fee. Besides, if you bring back that Black Spider, your monthly dues will be covered and you'll still have money left. 35 gold coins is a good sum! Come on, you look brave.
I stared at her, incredulous, while she kept that cheerful expression. I sighed again, this time louder, rolling the scroll up with a sharp motion. There was no choice. Either I faced the spider or I had nothing in this world. With a mix of resignation and annoyance, I turned toward the tavern door.
—Alright, I guess I'm going to die for 35 coins —I muttered, walking outside as I shoved the plaque into my pocket.
The fresh air of Tarnis hit me as I stepped out, and the village's bustle contrasted with the knot in my stomach. A Black Spider. Great. Just great.
...
As I walked toward the Elden Forest, with the crumpled scroll in one hand and the other pocket empty, the sun was already high in the sky. The instructions were clear: three kilometers north of Tarnis, a barely marked path between trees and hills. But every step felt like a march toward my own execution. Raphael's voice buzzed in my head, trying to encourage me in his own way, with that cold and precise tone I knew so well from Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken.
[A Rank B Black Spider is nothing more than an initial obstacle. With proper handling of your unique abilities, the probability of victory exceeds 53%. This is the beginning of your rise. Don't give up before starting.]
I sighed in annoyance, kicking a stone on the path.
—Easy for you to say, Raphael. You're not the one about to face a giant spider without even a pointy stick. This is insane!
[Insanity is subjective. It only requires focus and strategic use of Aura and Will. Or would you rather return to Tarnis empty-handed and with unpaid dues?]
Another sigh, louder this time. I had no answer to that. I kept walking, the forest approaching on the horizon, its tall, dark trees casting shadows that did nothing to help my mood. A few hours passed, and I finally arrived at the Elden Forest. The air was denser here, with a smell of damp and rotting vegetation. The trees were twisted, with branches that looked like claws, and the ground was covered in moss and treacherous roots. I looked around, searching for any sign of the spider, my heart beating a little faster than I cared to admit.
—Raphael, what's the best way to beat that thing? I have no weapons, no magic, nothing. Give me something useful —I said, keeping my voice low as I scanned the trees.
[Analyzing: Black Spider, Rank B. Characteristics: two meters tall, tough exoskeleton, paralyzing venom, speed superior to the average human. Scanning your resources complete. Viable options without weapons, based on your unique abilities:
Option 1: Intensive use of Aura. Project an intimidating presence to disorient it. The Black Spider relies on instinct; a strong Aura may cause it to hesitate or flee temporarily, giving you a window to attack with environmental objects, such as branches or rocks. Success probability: 48%. Risk: if you fail to maintain the Aura, you'll be vulnerable."
Option 2: Defensive application of Will. Provoke a direct attack and use Will to resist its venom and physical strength. Once close, target its eyes or joints with precise strikes. Success probability: 41%. Risk: requires pain tolerance and precision under pressure."
Option 3: Tactical combination. Use Aura to lure it into rough terrain—like an area with roots or rocks—then apply Will to endure a counterattack while you bring it down with environmental weight, like a large rock. Success probability: 55%. Risk: dependent on your environment and limited physical condition.]
I stood in silence, processing his words. All the options sounded like I'd be gambling my life on a roll of the dice. I frowned, turning toward a tree as if Raphael were actually there to glare at.
—Seriously, Raphael? That's the best you've got? "Intimidate it with my presence" or "let it bite you and pray"? I'm not a hero yet—I can barely run without passing out. Isn't there something more… safe?
[Safety is a luxury you don't have. Your unique abilities are your advantage. Aura and Will require no equipment, only determination and practice. If you wanted something 'safe,' you should've stayed in your world drinking cold coffee. Pick an option or improvise. The spider won't wait for your approval.]
—Improvise! How am I supposed to improvise against a giant spider? This is ridiculous! —I started ranting, throwing my hands up in frustration—. You should be giving me a foolproof plan, something like "hit here and it dies instantly." This is—
Suddenly, a massive pressure cut off my words. The air turned heavy, and a gigantic shadow loomed over me, blocking the little light that filtered through the trees. A chill ran down my spine. Raphael spoke, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
[Oh, look. It seems danger has arrived. How convenient. Perhaps you should've chosen faster.]
I sighed, resigned, and slowly turned around. There it was: the Black Spider. It looked exactly as described in the scroll, but far more terrifying in person. Its body was enormous, about two meters tall, with a shiny black exoskeleton that reflected light like polished obsidian. Its eight legs, long and covered in thick bristles, ended in sharp tips that pierced the ground with every movement. Its eyes, eight glowing red orbs, stared straight at me from its bulbous head, and a pair of fangs dripped a greenish liquid that sizzled when it hit the moss. It was fast, even while still, with the aura of a predator that made my instincts scream run.
—Great. Just great —I muttered, heart in my throat.
Raphael's neutral voice echoed in my mind, cutting through the tense silence of the forest.
[Dodge to your right. Now.]
My eyes lifted just in time to see the Black Spider raise its front legs, sharp as spears, ready to pierce me. I didn't hesitate. I jumped to the right with all the strength my trembling legs could give me, following Raphael's instructions. The ground shook as the legs struck where I had been a second earlier, tearing up dirt and moss. My mind was a whirlwind: fear, adrenaline, disbelief. How did I end up here, facing this?
[Your emotional state is unstable. Activate Will to suppress the chaos and maintain focus.]
—Do it, Raphael. I can't think clearly —I said between gasps, nodding mentally as I got to my feet.
[Activating Will. Warning: Your magical energy reserve is minimal due to your basic human condition. It will deplete quickly. I will search for viable victory options in the meantime.]
I sighed in resignation, but felt a false calm spread through my body. The panic faded, replaced by a cold clarity. My hands stopped shaking, and my breathing steadied, though I knew it wouldn't last. The spider gave me no respite. It moved with terrifying speed, turning its bulbous body and striking at me with one of its rear legs.
[Caref—]
Raphael's warning came too late. I couldn't dodge it. The impact flung me like a ragdoll, and my back slammed against a tree with a dull thud. But I didn't feel the pain I was expecting. There were only light scratches on my arms, and my body remained intact. Will had worked, though barely. I got to my feet, staggering, and saw a jagged rock on the ground, the size of my fist. I grabbed it without thinking and ran toward the spider, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
[You are unconsciously projecting Aura. Its confusion is increasing. Take advantage of the opportunity.]
I didn't respond. I just watched as the spider moved its head from side to side, as if something invisible had disoriented it. Its red eyes flickered erratically. I tightened my grip on the rock and, with a guttural scream, struck one of its front legs with all my strength. The crunch was satisfying: the leg broke, and a viscous green liquid oozed from the impact. The spider let out a horrible screech, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the forest and made me shudder. But I didn't stop. I kept hitting, aiming at the same broken leg, pouring all my frustration and fear into every blow.
[Aura deactivated. Your magical energy is nearly depleted.]
—What? —I growled, panting, but before I could process it, the spider reacted. With a sudden move, it struck me again, this time harder. I flew through the air, spinning out of control, and landed with a hard thud against the ground.
[Activating Will to mitigate damage. Shield weakened due to lack of energy.]
This time it wasn't as effective. A sharp pain exploded in my shoulder and left leg, tearing a choked scream from me. I writhed on the ground, gritting my teeth as the spider loomed over me, its fangs dripping venom. The earlier scratches were nothing compared to this; it felt like my body was on the verge of breaking. I looked at the creature, gasping, the rock still in my bloodied hand.
—Raphael… this isn't working —I muttered, my voice trembling from the pain.
[Your resilience is admirable, but your resources are limited. The broken leg reduces its mobility by 22%. Remaining option: Use the environment. There is a large rock 5 meters to your left. Tear it loose and crush it. Probability of success: 39%.]
—39%? That's almost nothing! —I protested, but the spider was already advancing, limping yet determined. There was no time for complaints. I crawled to the left, ignoring the pain, with the creature's shadow looming over me like a death sentence.
With an effort that felt like it was ripping my soul from my body, I managed to move toward the rock. I cursed under my breath every person who had crossed my path: the receptionist with her deceitful smile, the adventurers who laughed at me, even that damn voice that brought me to this world. The pain in my shoulder and leg was unbearable, but I didn't stop.
[Detecting unauthorized Aura activation. Your magical energy is at its limit. I will not allow—]
—Shut up, Raphael! —I growled, ignoring her as I dragged my body toward the rock. I felt that strange pressure coming out of me again, a heat I couldn't control. The spider kept moving its head from side to side, disoriented, its red eyes blinking like it didn't know where it was. I took advantage of that.
I reached the large rock —an uneven stone the size of my torso, half-buried in the moss— and, with a hoarse cry, tore it from the ground. My muscles screamed in protest, but the adrenaline gave me the strength I needed. I looked at the spider, staggering, and felt that cold calm from Will activate again by instinct, dulling the pain that threatened to bring me down.
[Warning: Your body will not withstand another activation of Will. Stop or—]
—I don't care! —I interrupted, running toward the spider with the rock held high. My vision blurred, but I didn't stop. With a roar, I smashed the stone against its bulbous head. The impact echoed through the forest, a wet crunch followed by a spray of green liquid splattering my suit.
[Your magical energy is depleted. Probability of fainting: 89%. Stop.]
I ignored her. I struck again, and again, and again. The spider staggered, its legs trembling, and finally collapsed to the ground with a dull thud. But I kept hitting, pouring all my fear, my rage, my frustration into that filthy thing. Its head was already an unrecognizable mass, but my arms wouldn't stop.
[The Black Spider shows no signs of life. Stop. You are wasting energy unnecessarily.]
Her voice cut through the frenzy in my head. Slowly, my blows grew weaker, until I let the rock fall to the ground with a heavy thud. My body gave out instantly. I dropped to my knees, gasping, then collapsed onto my side, eyes fixed on the sky between the treetops. The forest was silent again, except for my ragged breathing.
[Your resilience is… remarkable, for an untrained human. You have eliminated the Black Spider. I recommend resting for a few hours. Your body is at its limit, and your magical energy will take time to regenerate.]
I let out a weak laugh, almost a gasp, as I closed my eyes.
—Thanks… for the compliment, Raphael. I think… I earned it.
[It was not a compliment. It was an observation. Sleep. I will keep watch in case something else decides to eat you.]
I didn't respond. Exhaustion wrapped around me like a blanket, and I let myself slip into the darkness, my body battered but alive, and the spider dead at my side. I had survived. For now.
...
I'm Lira, receptionist of the guild at The Broken Horn, and my day had been like any other. I was sorting documents behind the desk, stacking scrolls with names of completed missions and others still pending, while ignoring the clumsy flirting of some drunk adventurers leaning against the counter. "Hey, Lira, when are you gonna give me a mission just to impress you?" said one, with a stupid grin and beer breath. I shot him a sharp look and went back to my work. They weren't worth wasting words on.
But in my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about that strange guy who registered today. Eidel von Kreutz, he called himself. A weird one, with that soaked outfit and those golden eyes that looked like something out of a storybook. When he accepted the Black Spider mission, I laughed inside—a cruel, silent laugh. He wouldn't last an hour against that thing. B-rank for a rookie with no gear or experience… He was dead before he even stepped out the door. And that worked in my favor. Every adventurer I sent on impossible missions who didn't return meant more gold for the guild—and for me, a small cut under the table. It was a perfect system: the weak fell, the strong survived, and I profited either way.
It was already nighttime, and the tavern was at its liveliest. I wondered how much his death would get me. Probably not much; he didn't look like someone from the upper class, just an idiot with big dreams and empty pockets. I was about to file his form as "deceased" when the tavern door slammed open, letting in a gust of cold air. I looked up, ready to flash my rehearsed smile and an automatic "Welcome!", but the words caught in my throat.
It was him. Eidel von Kreutz. But he wasn't like I remembered. His outfit, already ridiculous, was torn at the shoulders and legs, covered in dirt and slimy green stains that reeked of rot. His long brown hair was disheveled, stuck to his face with sweat and dried blood. He was visibly limping, one arm hanging loose and the other clutching something tightly. His golden eyes, once curious, now burned with a coldness that froze my blood. And behind him, dragging across the floor with a wet, heavy sound, was the corpse of the Black Spider. Its head was a crushed mass, a broken leg hanging uselessly, and green liquid oozed from its wounds, leaving a trail on the sawdust.
How was this possible? My mind reeled. That rookie, that guy with no weapons or experience, had killed a B-rank creature and dragged it all the way here. The adventurers at the tables turned, some gasping, others murmuring to each other. But I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Eidel stopped in front of the desk, pushing the spider's body with one last effort until it landed at my feet. His voice, cold as ice, sliced through the air.
—The mission money. Give it to me. Now.
I couldn't respond. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Suddenly, a massive pressure enveloped me, like the very air had turned heavy and was crushing me. My hands trembled over the desk, and my smile vanished. It wasn't just fear; it was something else, something I couldn't explain. Then, just as quickly as it came, the pressure disappeared, leaving me gasping in silence. I looked at him, stunned, as he stood waiting, unmoving, with that gaze that seemed to pierce right through me.
Who was this guy?