As he walked down the streets of the outer city, his unfamiliarity with the area was obvious, and he could feel countless gazes on him.
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What puzzled him, however, was that mixed within those gazes were traces of ill intent.
What confused him even more was that when he turned to identify the sources, he found that almost all of them came from children or people around his age.
From the children, the emotions he sensed were a strange mixture of hatred, longing, and awe.
From the older ones, however, the feelings were much darkerâhatred, greed, envy, jealousy, and a general sense of resentment.
All of this left Michael confused. He couldnât recall offending anyone since arriving in the Land of Originâaside from a particular monster that seemed obsessed with wrapping its tentacles around him.
What Michael didnât knowâor perhaps hadnât fully grasped, despite his past lifeâwas the reality of a world where nobles and commoners existed.
Perhaps he understood it on some level but hadnât truly realized it yet, still in the process of adapting.
When he did, the first thought that would come to his mind was how eerily similar it was to the Dark Ages of Aurora.
Whenever a divide formed between people, changes inevitably followed.
The rich and the poor.
A wealthy person and someone slightly better off.
It didnât always have to be extreme. Even within the same group, hierarchies naturally emerged.
But when it came to nobles and commoners, the divide could be far worse.
Nobles, the so-called superior beings, valued noble blood above all.
Commoners, on the other hand, were regarded as people of lesser worth.
The Land of Origin was far from an ideal world, and soon enough, Michael would come to realize just how deeply these divisions influenced human relationshipsâespecially now that he carried the identity he did.
As Michael walked toward his destination, he paid no mind to the people trailing behind him. Meanwhile, in a dark corner, two older-looking boys whispered to each other.
"Are we really going to try robbing a noble again, Lia? I know you hate nobles because of what happened to yourâ"
The shorter of the two suddenly cut himself off when the boy he was speaking to shot him a sharp glare.
But after a brief hesitation, a determined expression settled on his face.
"I know you hate nobles because of what happened to Lira. Sheâs your sister, and though we arenât blood-related, she was like one to me too. But it was because of this that Tim died the last time we tried this. And that wasnât even long agoâit was just a week ago, Lia! What do you think stealing from a noble will do to them? Nothing. Itâll only cause trouble for us. Sure, we might gather enough money to enter a dojo and learn the ways of a knight, but isnât this too risky?" Experience tales at freewebnovel
A conflicted look finally appeared on the taller boyâs face, but it was fleeting. Soon, it was replaced by unwavering determination.
Seeing this, the shorter boy sighed.
"This is the last time, Lia. The last time," he muttered, seemingly resigned to following his friend down this path once again.
For a brief moment, a smile flickered across the taller boyâs face before vanishing, replaced by pure hatred.
Iâll use your wealth to gain power, and then Iâll use that power to kill all you damn nobles! he thought, his eyes burning with loathing.
Oblivious to the tragic stories trailing behind him, Michael finally arrived at his destination.
Although the outer city, by its very nature, seemed inferior to the inner city, it wasnât entirely stricken with poverty.
There were a few establishments that stood outâlarger and more refined than their surroundingsâbut none compared to the one before Michael.
The Hunter Guild.
A massive signpost stood at the entrance of the building. Though Michael didnât recognize the characters, he instinctively knew what they meant.
The building itself was among the largest he had seen in this world, even surpassing some in the inner city.
Standing six stories tall, its exterior was coated in black, brown, and hints of red, giving it a solemn and imposing appearance.
Taking a deep breath, Michael hesitated no longer and stepped inside.
Immediately, a rush of sounds assaulted his ears.
For a moment, it reminded him of the first time he had entered a Supers Association branch.
Outside, it had been quiet. Inside, it was anything but.
However, unlike in the real world, here, Michael could sense the distinct traces of mana lingering in the air."Sound magic?"
This wasnât Michaelâs first encounter with it in this world.
The flying ship he had taken with Mage Lian had used the same effect.
After recovering from the sudden noise that assaulted his sharp hearingâcatching him off guardâMichael turned to take in his surroundings.
The next moment, an odd expression appeared on his face.
The first floor of the Hunterâs Guild looked like a bar.
Rough-looking men and women, both in armor and casual wear, filled the space as they drank, ate, and made noise.
With his heightened senses, Michael could detect a wide range of varying strengths, but none of them were stronger than him.
As he observed the guildâs first floor, several people turned to look at him.
Some gave him a quick glance before returning to their business, while others pointed at him and began discussing him as a topic of interest. A few simply stared.
Michael frowned slightly at the rude gestures directed at him but chose to ignore them. Instead, he made his way to the reception desk, where several attendants dressed in formal clothing were seated.
Without hesitation, he approached one of them and got straight to the point.
"Good morning. Iâd like to register as a hunter and learn about the requirements for joining."
Michaelâs voice wasnât particularly loud, yet somehow, it echoed throughout the area.
Even the receptionist he had addressed froze momentarily, seemingly caught off guard.
But before she could respond, a loud burst of laughter suddenly erupted.