episode_0002

“Is this guy for real?”

“Just call me ‘Magician’ for now.”

“Oh, come on. We’re going to see each other often from now on, so it would be nice to know each other’s names.”

First of all, the person in front of me is from South Korea.

And they were also brought to this world like me.

But just because we’re from the same place doesn’t mean we can speak casually to each other.

‘Gallery’ is a place where people can share their stories equally, regardless of power differentials, based on anonymity.

Even if a beggar and a king became friends through the gallery, they wouldn’t be friends if they met in real life.

So, maintaining a level of formality was important, which is why I was using honorifics.

Although I did consider using casual speech at our first meeting, as I thought about it while looking at the silver-haired magician in front of me, I let out a small chuckle.

“Sylvia, please call me Sylvia. I’m much older than you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sylvia.

With a brain that never forgets once it hears something, I stored her name in my mind.

‘It doesn’t seem like a name I’ve heard before.’

It wasn’t a famous name, per se.

There are five archmages in this world, and she didn’t seem to be one of them.

I felt relieved.

‘They say those people have dirty personalities.’

At least they weren’t people with such dirty personalities.

But I shouldn’t let my guard down.

Magicians are naturally arrogant and rude – there were enough people with such personalities that the saying circulated widely.

Perhaps it was due to becoming sensitive from their research.

With that in mind, I asked Sylvia, “Where should I go…? I’d like to freshen up a bit.”

“Go to the room on the right and change into the clothes prepared for you.”

She didn’t ask me how the clothes were prepared for me.

Well, they probably used magic to prepare them somehow.

Thinking that way, I followed Sylvia’s instructions and entered the room on the right, where a decent-sized room appeared.

There was even a bathroom made with magic on one side.

“…Oh, it’s state-of-the-art.”

It was very modern.

Although this was another world, bathing culture hadn’t developed significantly.

Of course, after we arrived in this world, bathing culture had improved significantly.

For modern people, hygiene is the most important thing.

There seemed to be ‘Gallum’ among high-ranking officials.

They didn’t reveal themselves in the gallery, but if complaints about discomfort were heard occasionally, the country would start compensating for it.

They must be in a high position.

“By the way, I’m feeling a bit sleepy.”

I hadn’t slept last night because I was looking for bread, so I wanted to take a short nap.

But that was probably out of the question.

I was called to clean, and the first thing I did upon arrival was to sleep.

Who would trust and hire such a lazy person?

I would fire myself immediately if I were in their shoes.

With that thought in mind, I wiped off the dirt from my body and changed into the clothes.

“Oh.”

The clothes fit me perfectly, as if they were made for me.

It was amazing, but I wasn’t surprised by such things yet.

Magicians were known to use many amazing functions.

If I were to be amazed by this, I might faint later.

With that thought, I opened the door and went out.

There stood Sylvia in front of the door.

“…Have you eaten?”

“I had a piece of bread.”

“Then go downstairs and have a meal. It’s ready for you.”

“Oh… Okay.”

It seemed like the promise of providing food wasn’t a lie.

They immediately made me shower and served me a meal as soon as I arrived.

Even if I were to work as a servant in someone else’s house, it seemed better to work in a wealthy household.

Maybe it was because it was a wizard’s house, there were all kinds of convenient tools.

Thinking that, I carefully went down to the first floor.

Silvia’s house was comprised of three floors.

The first floor was the dining area.

The second floor was the sleeping quarters.

The third floor was the study.

Naturally, the third floor was the largest.

I wanted to take a look, but… eating first was the priority.

Thinking that, I went down to the first floor-

“Oh.”

A piece of bread and soup were placed on the table.

Perhaps Silvia also solved her meals like this.

Thinking it was impressive, I slowly started to savor the bread and soup.

*

Honestly, it’s getting tough now.

I need someone to clean the house.

Dust can be easily cleared with magic, but various trash, papers, and experiment results on the floor cannot be cleaned up haphazardly with magic.

If done wrong, the things being researched could disappear.

But doing it myself…

“It’s so annoying.”

It was very annoying.

There was no choice.

The house wasn’t small, it was a three-story house.

“That’s why I said I should just live underground…”

Living underground means dealing with all sorts of bugs and animals, so I had no choice but to buy a three-story house.

That’s why I spent quite a bit of money.

Of course, it wasn’t an exorbitant amount since it was on the outskirts.

“…It’s a bit awkward to just post a job listing.”

Because of my personal reputation, it felt a bit awkward to just post a job listing.

Externally, I was known as the ‘Ahsil,’ a great wizard.

Would a great wizard like me really post a job listing?

Surely, people would swarm to apply to become my disciple, but choosing the right person from them was a task in itself.

That’s why, whenever the research wasn’t going well, I used the ‘board’ to post job listings.

So, I decided to post a job listing on the gallery.

However-

“Hmm… it’s a bit off.”

The status of the nickname and the status of the written posts were off… not good.

It seemed like a person with a strange mind to anyone who saw it.

In reality, I was a perfectly normal person.

So, I started deleting each post one by one.

I couldn’t magically make the gallery delete them automatically.

It felt like typing in my head, even though it appeared in thin air and couldn’t be clicked.

With that in mind, I deleted all the posts and changed my nickname.

To something that seemed more normal.

[ExplosiveGod]

I liked fire magic personally, so I made this nickname.

After changing my nickname, I posted the job listing.

[Author: ExplosiveGod]

[Title: Looking for a Helper, First Come First Serve]

[Content: As the title says, looking for one person urgently.

Lodging provided.

Just do what I ask, there won’t be much else to do besides cleaning.]

“Alright.”

It was a job listing that didn’t seem suspicious to anyone.

So, without hesitation, I posted the message…

But then-

“Huh?”

There weren’t as many comments as I expected.

With such good conditions, I thought there would be dozens of comments, but there were only five.

I felt a bit hurt in my pride, but I thought positively.

It meant fewer people to filter through.

Thinking that, as I was checking the comments…

[Total Comments: 5]

Then-

[Total Comments: 4]

The number started decreasing.

And finally, there was one comment left.

There was a comment that seemed hastily written.

LReallyBrokeAss: S

Of course, even though it was first come first serve, I intended to see the person before hiring them.

If the first person to come was a necromancer, I had no intention of hiring them at all.

Thinking that, I started to explore the post by ‘ReallyBrokeAss.’

I accelerated my thought process with magic to quickly check all the posts.

And then, I could be certain.

“…They’re really broke.”

They were really broke.

No matter how much you try to come up with a concept, it would be difficult for one person to come up with a concept for a year.

For a year, he had been behaving like a beggar.

Whenever there was a charity event, he would quickly show up, updating the list of places where beggars should avoid.

He was someone who lived diligently for a beggar.

That’s why I liked him.

“…I will work hard.”

Originally, I was going to give him money, but now it seemed like providing him with just a meal would be enough.

Still, I would work gratefully.

Because the facilities at home were so good.

With that thought in mind, I left a comment on an old post.

LoyalBeliever: Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up.

Soon, a reply came.

RealBeggar: I’m next to the third trash can near the fourth intersection alley in Zone 5 of Lookfelton.

“Hmm?”

But the location was too specific.

As if he knew every corner of Lookfelton in detail.

But that couldn’t be true.

Lookfelton was famous for being a very complex city.

I didn’t know, but that place was probably a famous spot.

With that thought, I replied to the comment.

LoyalBeliever: …?

RealBeggar: Why?

LoyalBeliever: Okay.

And then, a moment later.

I set the coordinates and cast the spatial teleportation spell.

And there, in front of me-

“Is that guy really a beggar?”

There was a real beggar, cherishing a piece of stale bread.