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The streets of this other world are fascinating.

A world filled with swords and magic, adventures and romance.

Everything was similar to the landscapes I had imagined and anticipated.

Except for one thing.

“Overwhelmed by the sight of the unfamiliar streets of this other world, Yunoa had no idea what he looked like.

Just the fact that he had arrived in this world left him dumbfounded, with no sense of danger whatsoever.”

Yeah, this voice.

What is up with this annoying narration that seems to describe me from an observer’s perspective?

It sounds like a voice I’ve heard somewhere before, like an electronic nun.

Although the voice didn’t convey any emotions, it kept bombarding me with facts.

I had just arrived in this other world.

Once I got used to it, my successful life as a hero in this world would begin…

“He blindly believed that everything would go well if he just came to this other world without any sense of reality.

But his naive thoughts would only accelerate his decay in this unfamiliar world, leading him to ruin without a proper burial.”

Wow, this is really annoying.

“I haven’t even started yet, so don’t say such unlucky things!”

I lashed out at the narration.

“What? That person… is getting angry and shouting alone.”

“Shh, shh, don’t look. Seems like a crazy person.”

“Looks like a beggar, and seems mentally pitiful…”

As people passing by on the street murmured about me.

Damn, this is driving me crazy, seriously.

* * *

Before someone mistook me for a madman and reported me, I quickly entered any deserted alley.

There was a puddle of rainwater inside the alley.

I wondered what I looked like to make them say that, so I looked at my reflection in the puddle.

“…”

My eyes, nose, and mouth were all intact.

It was my familiar appearance that I knew.

No, maybe I felt a little better looking since coming to this other world.

“He deluded himself into thinking he had become more handsome without any evidence.

But his appearance hadn’t changed at all from his original self.”

Oh, shut up.

This damn narration doesn’t respond to anything I say.

It’s quiet when it wants to be, and speaks when it wants to.

Even if I plug my ears, I can still hear the voice in my head.

Is this some kind of ability given to reincarnated individuals or something?

If so, why did I have to be burdened with this annoying and unpleasant ability?

Anyway, I really didn’t look like a beggar right now.

In games, don’t they usually give you basic equipment when you start?

At least a wooden sword and some cloth armor to begin with is common sense.

But the ‘basic equipment’ given to me was only one thing.

A ragged piece of cloth that looked like it had been scavenged from a garbage dump for about ten years.

No underwear? No shoes? None of that.

I was just barefoot with a tattered top that thankfully covered me down to my lower body.

Even then, one side of the chest was torn, letting the cool breeze in on my left nipple.

If this was the case, I’d rather have them send me in my modern clothes as they were.

According to the narration, I was ‘transferred to this other world as a mistake by a goddess.’

No, even if that’s the case, is it right to just drop me in the middle of the street wearing a ragged piece of cloth?

After assessing the situation, I really felt like I was in a crisis.

Whether the narration in my head was the voice of a god or something else, it hadn’t said anything wrong.

In this state, it was difficult to wander the streets carelessly.

Naturally, I had no money, no food, and nowhere to go.

Is this really dangerous?

“Realizing the situation too late, he was helpless.

To make matters worse, on the other end of the alley, a group of delinquents known as ‘homeless hunters’ were approaching.”

Homeless hunters?

“What the heck is this…”

At that moment, two men who looked like villains from any angle were approaching from the other end of the alley.

They were holding wooden clubs with iron nails and sharp daggers, and they were searching around with their tongues out as if looking for something.

“Yikes…”

As the narrator mentioned, if those guys were really ‘homeless hunters,’ then the prey was obviously me.

Sweat dripped down my face, and all I could think about was hiding quickly.

Fortunately, they hadn’t spotted me yet.

And there was a large trash can filled with food waste like fruit peels next to me.

“Damn it…”

I reluctantly hid my body inside the trash can.

Despite the nauseating stench, I desperately held back until they passed by.

“Last night, two people who lost big at the gambling den were roaming the alley looking for a homeless person to beat up.

Yunoa avoided them and threw himself into the disgusting and dirty pile of trash.

His appearance was enough to be called human garbage.”

Isn’t the language a bit too harsh…

I guess I’ll have to see how things go.

Anyway, thanks to hiding in the damp food waste pile, the thugs looking for prey had disappeared.

After confirming that there was no one around, I cautiously came out again.

“Ugh… the smell…”

My body was covered in rotten apple peels and sticky food waste residue that I didn’t even know what it was.

Already looking like a beggar, now I even smell like one.

The excitement of coming to this world had completely disappeared.

Now, I just wanted to cry.

***

No money, no food, nowhere to go.

No one I know, no knowledge of the world’s affairs.

Then where should I go?

A place where I can extend a helping hand to the unfortunate without any reward.

The only place that comes to mind is the church.

If the church preaches the word of God, maybe it will help me a little.

Oh, Lord, please have mercy on this poor soul and provide me with food and shelter.

I’ve never had a religion, but if it means avoiding this beggarly appearance, I’ll do anything.

“At the edge of the cliff, he prayed to the unbelieving god for help without shame.

However, there was no foolish god to fall for his false belief.”

They’re really unnecessarily sharp.

I’m tired of getting annoyed one by one.

Anyway, I was wandering the streets looking for the only hope, the church.

I didn’t care about people glancing at me or the smelly centaur covering his nose passing by.

With my left nipple proudly exposed through the torn shirt hole, I was just looking for the church.

After how long had passed wandering the streets like that.

I found a large building that exuded holiness from afar.

“Wandering the dirty and smelly alley, he arrived at the church serving the goddess Freya.”

Did they really have to add that it was dirty and smelly?

Still, thanks to that, I was sure this was a church.

Please, someone help me.

As I tried to step into the church, the gatekeeper blocked my way.

“Stop. Who are you?”

For a church, they’re quite strict.

Or is it that in this world, ordinary people are not allowed to enter the church?

“I came here to pray to the goddess. Can’t ordinary people enter?”

“It’s not like that… but at least clean yourself up before coming in.”

I cannot retreat like this.

First, I have to go inside and plead with the priest or bishop for help.

I put on the most pitiful expression, even trembling all the way down to my healthy legs, and spoke.

“But I haven’t eaten anything for days, and my body is in so much pain. I have nowhere to bathe, and now the only one I can rely on is the goddess. Please, could you allow me to pray to the goddess just once? I beg of you…”

Even I thought it was a truly desperate act.

No matter how miserable and shameful it was, there was no other choice.

After all, I have nothing to lose right now!

“Inside, the saint is offering prayers. With such a filthy appearance, I cannot permit entry.”

The gatekeeper’s brow furrowed mercilessly as the stench emanating from my body reached his nose.

Does he think I’m doing this because I want to?

Even if he told me to clean myself up, there’s nowhere to bathe.

I had hoped that somehow, if I came to the church and pleaded, I could receive some help.

Not being able to even enter and being cut off at the entrance, it couldn’t get more desperate than this.

“Yunoa begged the gatekeeper to let him enter the church, pretending to be a pitiful beggar, but to no avail.

There was no need to pretend, as his appearance was already that of a pitiful beggar.

Meanwhile, Saint Sistina, who had just finished praying, walked outside, unaware of what was happening. ”

Always spewing out words that turn one’s stomach.

But upon closer listening, he seems to be saying some useful information.

Come to think of it, it was the same in the alley earlier.

If the voice hadn’t warned me that the ‘homeless hunter’ was coming, I might have already been dead.

A saint.

If what the voice said is true, the saint has just finished praying and is coming towards the entrance where I am.

That means, if I hold on a little longer, I can meet the saint.

It’s not just anyone, it’s a saint. Wouldn’t she at least pretend not to see me, a beggar hoping for help?

Let’s wait for now.

“You! You stink! Get out of here already!”

Continuing to grumble at the entrance, the gatekeeper glared at me and shouted.

At that moment, the church door opened, revealing the figure of the saint.

The gatekeeper and I both turned our gaze towards the saint.

According to the narration, the saint’s name was Sistina.

She wore a priest’s robe, with her long cherry blossom-colored hair flowing down.

Indeed, she was a beautiful woman with a holy atmosphere befitting the name of a saint.

“Wow… she’s beautiful…”

As I found myself admiring her, the gatekeeper shouted at me.

“You! How dare you look at the saint with impure eyes! Get out of here!”

“Just a moment, it’s okay.”

The saint stopped the gatekeeper from scolding me with a quiet word.

Then, she approached me gracefully and spoke.

“The goddess has instructed us to show mercy to the poor and the sick. If the church that follows the will of the goddess were to scorn and reject such people because of me, wouldn’t the goddess be saddened?”

“S-Saint, but…”

“It’s okay. Look at this person. Despite being dirty and smelly, he is struggling to survive. Perhaps it was the will of the goddess for him to come this far and meet me.”

I’m truly grateful, but hearing even the saint call me a dirty, smelly beggar makes me feel a bit…

But I can’t miss this opportunity.

I knelt before the saint, clasping my hands together, and spoke.

“Saint, please help me. If things continue like this, I will die on the streets. At least some clothes and food…”

Before I could finish speaking, the gatekeeper sharply interjected.

“You! How dare you!”

“I said it’s okay.”

“Oh! Y-yes, I apologize.”

But after Saint Sistina stopped the gatekeeper, she smiled warmly at me again.

Wow, this is the true dignity of a holy maiden.

Her appearance is so dazzling that she looks more like a goddess than a holy maiden.

But then, a voice echoed in his mind.

“Yunoa was deeply moved by the holy and beautiful appearance of the holy maiden.

However, he was completely unaware of the fact that she was not wearing any underwear.”

Wow.