Chapter 4: Chapter 4 — Things are always strange when you are in another world
I stood watching her in silence, pleasantly surprised. Her cold, stern MILF personality had definitely transformed—or maybe she was simply in an excellent mood after the events of the last twenty-four hours.
"Is it just the good food... or because I was a god in sex last night?" I asked myself, puffing out my chest with manly pride.
Come on, for it being my first time in real life and having skipped the tutorial back on Earth, it seemed I had done incredibly well.
But well, they say on the forums that it’s completely normal for a woman to be in a splendid mood after an intense night.
I decided to put those egocentric thoughts aside. Whatever the reason, seeing her happy and satisfied filled my chest with a strange, warm sense of fulfillment.
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"Your training these days helped me understand how to handle the local ingredients to cook properly," I commented with a sincere smile, scratching the back of my neck. "Though, of course, Dorko and Runi did most of the dirty work outside."
Samira stopped the utensils halfway, fixing her violet eyes directly on mine, as an enigmatic smile began to form on her face...
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After breakfast and packing up our camp, we set off toward the nearest settlement: a place called Prusna.
When we arrived, I realized it was the closest thing to civilization I had seen since I got here. It had all the looks of a typical starter town from a Pokémon adventure or the classic village from an average Isekai.
However, as we walked, the small stone houses and well-structured businesses made it seem more like a modern city in disguise than a simple medieval fief.
Yeah, I know, huge contradiction, Harold. But hey, what did you expect? I’m just a simple human, not an urban planner.
Before crossing the main entrance, I made a smart decision: I tucked Dorko into the system’s dimensional storage.
I didn’t want the townsfolk to panic, run off, or try to lynch me for bringing a giant orc bodyguard; you never know how superstitious or violent the locals can be in these fantasy worlds.
Samira, for her part, walked extremely close to me. I felt the constant brush of her arm against mine and the warmth of her body.
We practically looked like a pair of newlywed lovebirds. I couldn’t help wondering internally if this was normal for a summon, but I decided not to complain and enjoy the moment.
We made our way through the streets until we found what we were looking for.
For some strange reason, I discovered I could perfectly read the large wooden sign at the entrance: "Gray Wolf Guild."
The characters were a very odd combination of hiragana and the Cyrillic alphabet.
(Author’s note: For those who don’t know, the Cyrillic alphabet is the one used in Russia and Eastern Europe, while hiragana is a Japanese syllabary used primarily for native words and grammatical connectors.)
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We pushed open the heavy double doors and entered.
The first thing that caught my attention was how empty the place was; there were barely a few guys scattered around the tables at the back.
We headed straight to the main counter, where the receptionist greeted us: a girl with her hair tied up in twin tails, porcelain skin, and an appearance so young she looked like a teenager of about fifteen.
As we started talking with her to register, a loud, vulgar whistle shattered the silence of the place.
Fweeeet!
It came from a nearby table. Samira, still nestled at my side, tensed immediately upon hearing the guys’ voices.
"Hey, babe! You’ve got a hell of a rack!" one of the idiots yelled, letting out a drunken laugh. "By the gods, look at that ass! Don’t you want to come drink with real men here, gorgeous?"
I turned my head and could clearly see a vein of pure rage swelling on Samira’s forehead.
Her violet eyes flashed with murderous intent as she fixed a stare on me, as if saying without words: "Can I kill them, master?"
"Don’t kill them," I whispered quickly, trying to keep my composure.
That was all the permission she needed. Samira turned around with elegance and walked firmly toward the provocateurs’ table.
What followed was a monumental beatdown of biblical proportions. She didn’t use magic, just pure physical force:
CRASH! Tables flew.
CRACK! CRUNCH! Bones snapped.
THUD! THUD! In a matter of seconds, the guys ended up crying on the floor.
I turned back to the counter, scratching the back of my neck with a nervous smile.
"Ah... I’m really sorry about what my partner just did to them," I said to the receptionist.
The young lady let out a deep, tired sigh, rubbing her temples as if she saw that every day.
"Don’t worry, it’s a regular occurrence here. No need to apologize," she replied in a monotone voice, before casting a disgusted glance at the floor. "Damn idiots... Tanak, Silvio, Mark... always looking to get themselves killed with their stupid catcalls."
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After processing our paperwork without further interruptions, the receptionist took out two small metal plaques and placed them on the wood in front of us.
"Congratulations, from now on you are officially Copper-Rank adventurers," she announced with a slight nod of her head.
Then, she proceeded to give us the basic briefing for our first job: "To level up and advance to Silver Rank, your duty is to head to the periphery and complete the first levels of the Goldfish Dungeon."
I memorized every detail of the information and, after leaving the guild behind (along with the three idiots still moaning on the floor), we walked until we reached the entrance of the indicated place.
However, standing before it, I stopped dead in my tracks, completely bewildered.
The entrance to the dungeon consisted of a gigantic, gloomy, menacing structure carved in the exact shape of a human skull.
I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow, feeling like the logic of this world was trolling me right to my face.
"Why the hell is it called the Goldfish Dungeon if it’s shaped like a damn skull?" I thought, glancing at Samira, who just gave me an amused smile at my confusion.
Well, you know what they say—things always get weird, and even more so if you’re in another world.
I just hope things turn out well.
And luckily, I didn’t say: ’Hey, things didn’t go wrong.’
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