episode_0001

So, it must have been about a year ago.

When I was dragged into this world.

It could be considered an unfortunate accident, in a way.

Since then, I’ve been striving to survive-

“Mm, this bread is delicious.”

Now, I find myself begging on the streets in the city.

If I were the only one who had fallen into this world, I might have been content with my current situation and managed to get by, but that wasn’t the case.

[Damn, being a priest is so damn hard for real][12]

[Necromancers are so tough, is this right? Talented kids, come follow me][4]

[Looking for someone to hunt in Kurotom][3]

[This feels a bit rude..][5]

[Ah, fishing is so damn useless][2]

There was a so-called ‘bulletin board’ with many posts like these.

Of course, we call it a gallery.

But we didn’t know why this bulletin board existed.

We all just suddenly crossed over to this world at some point.

“Oh, the deception is strong.”

When I had nothing else to do, I would usually hide in a corner and browse the gallery.

Well, I don’t really have a home to call my own.

With that thought in mind, as I hid in an alley eating bread, I noticed a group walking down the street in the distance.

“Oh, I should move aside.”

It was a patrol guard patrolling the area.

For some reason, whenever they spotted a beggar, there would occasionally be an event where they would chase them away.

I was also a victim of that event.

So, hiding in dark places became a daily routine.

And so, I continued to browse the gallery while eating bread.

“Hmm?”

But as I refreshed the page, there was a strange post.

[Looking for a helper, first come first serve]

The moment I saw it, without looking back, I quickly left a comment.

It didn’t matter who posted the message.

If it was just for attention, I would ignore it and move on, but if it was genuine, then it would be beneficial.

Either way, it would be a better life than now.

ㄴReally a damn beggar:ㅅ

“…probably just for attention.”

But the likelihood of it being for attention was strong.

With that thought in mind, I checked the post again.

[Author: ExplosiveGod]

[Title: Looking for a helper, first come first serve]

[Content: As the title says, need one person urgently

Food and shelter provided

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

“Hmm?”

The conditions were better than expected.

Providing food and shelter, with just cleaning as the task.

Honestly, I didn’t really want to do anything special in this world.

I was used to living day by day even in my original world.

But there was something suspicious.

“…only five comments, including mine?”

Something was off.

For a post like this, there should have been more comments.

This ‘bulletin board’.

In this gallery, there were many wealthy people, but also many poor people.

That’s why people often gathered around job postings like this.

It was more comforting to trust job postings written by people from the same hometown than to search for work while begging on the streets.

“It could be a scam…”

But there was also the possibility of it being a scam.

Friends with the profession of necromancer often posted fishing posts like this.

They were really bad friends, always in need of test subjects.

“It’s a new nickname.”

It could be considered a boastful fact, but I was a regular in this gallery.

So, I knew almost all the regular nicknames.

Maybe it was because I was a beggar, or maybe I had a lot of time on my hands.

And what I’ve realized since coming to this world is that once you see something, you usually don’t forget it.

That’s why I usually knew all the regular nicknames, but ‘ExplosiveGod’ was a new one.

Truly a new face, you could say.

“Hmm..”

Since there was a possibility that I didn’t know about it, I decided to search for the post-

But nothing came up.

It simply meant that it was a nickname created just now.

The meaning behind it was simple.

“…they changed their nickname.”

I don’t know who this person is, but it was clear that they had deleted all their past posts and changed their nickname.

The memo function that was originally available in the gallery of the original world was not present here, so I didn’t know who had changed their nickname.

However…

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

The unease was palpable.

People who were active in the gallery here tended not to delete their posts unless absolutely necessary. It was like leaving a record of themselves.

So, if someone had deleted their posts, it was clear that something was amiss.

That’s why I checked from page 1 to page 10.

Just to see if the missing nickname I remembered was there.

“There it is.”

There it was.

The nickname ‘I am a god’ who often wrote nonsense posts was the only one that had disappeared.

Just to be sure, I searched for their posts.

And then…

“That’s right.”

I could confirm that there were no posts by ‘I am a god.’

Normally, there would have been at least 10 pages of search results.

Seeing that all of them had been deleted, I was certain.

After confirming that ‘I am a god’ was the same person as ‘I am a god,’ more questions arose.

“Why?”

Why did they do that?

I was curious.

Even though they sometimes wrote nonsense posts, they were not the type to write anything problematic.

But even if I thought that way, there was no way to know for sure.

Instead, I could understand why there were no comments on the post.

“Because it’s a new nickname.”

How can you trust a job post written by a new nickname you’ve never seen before, with no posts at all?

That’s why there were clearly not many comments.

In fact, comments were being deleted in real-time.

People like me who had commented first and checked the author were feeling anxious and deleting their comments.

So I thought about deleting mine too, but…

“…They weren’t a bad person.”

Their usual posts weren’t that bad.

It was all about their magic research not going well.

They wrote those kinds of posts every five minutes, causing some issues.

Anyway.

From what I could see on the gallery, they weren’t that bad of a person.

They weren’t lying or doing experiments on humans.

Well… there was a chance they were, but…

That’s why, feeling curious, I found that all comments except mine had disappeared.

Everyone was scared.

“Why is everyone so scared?”

It seemed like everyone had a lot of regrets in life.

Of course, I had some regrets too, but not as many as others.

It’s good to live well, but if you die, it’s just bad luck.

That’s how I thought.

So I waited for comments.

If the post by ‘I am a god’ met the right conditions, there was no reason to refuse.

It was a good opportunity for me.

And then.

Ding-!

I received a notification that a comment had been posted on an old post.

So I checked it right away-

I am a god: Where are you now? I’m coming to pick you up.

A comment was posted immediately.

“…So fast?”

To comment so quickly.

How much cleaning did they need someone to do?

I could already imagine the state of the house.

With that thought in mind, I left a comment.

RealTrash: I’m currently at the 4th intersection of the 5th district of Lucpelton, near the 3rd sewer next to the trash can.

And then, a quick reply.

I am a god: …?

RealTrash: Why?

I am a god: Okay.

I didn’t understand why they were so surprised.

I just gave them my location when they asked.

Thinking it was strange, I sat down for a moment and looked up at the sky-

Whoosh!

Someone appeared out of thin air.

It was a silver-haired woman who looked about my age.

She looked at me and asked,

“Is that person really a jerk?”

“Oh, that person is a real genius?”

“Well, that may be true.. but let’s not call them by their full name like that.”

“…Alright, I understand.”

Although the other person called me by my full name first, I didn’t bother to nitpick about such trivial matters.

After all, they were the one who would provide me with food from now on.

With that thought in mind, I inquired,

“But what are we going to do there, really?”

“Let’s not use informal language. There is a significant age gap between you and me.”

“How old-”

“Quiet, I’ll take you there first.”

And just like that, my vision blurred for a moment-

And then we were instantly transported somewhere else.

When I opened my eyes again, the surroundings looked very elegant.

It looked like a place where a wizard would conduct research, to say the least.

A bit.. dirty, though.

“Excuse me.. where are we exactly?”

I asked, looking at the woman with silver hair, demanding an explanation.

Of course, using polite language.

As I asked,

“Baruk 3rd District. My research lab.”

I could see the woman with silver hair coolly responding.

She must be a wizard.

Considering she teleported us from Lukpelton to here, and the fact that her research lab is located in the non-commercial Baruk 3rd District.

With that thought in mind, I cautiously asked,

“What should I call you, then?”