Chapter 2 °•○● A New Life with Three Oddballs

Inside the room and in the same position, Eren was inhaling the unpleasant smell and dusty filth that filled his nostrils. He did the same action for almost a minute and stopped.

He couldn't quite understand why he had said those things to a stranger- a god. But one thing was certain: he felt freer than he had in a long time. It was as if a massive atom bomb had been dropped on all the troubles that had been chaining his soul.

With a carefree smile on his face, Eren lifted his head. The pressure that had been weighing him down was now reduced, and within a few seconds, he felt free. Free but alone.

Somehow, he could feel that the entity that had been speaking to him, a god named Nilu, had departed. With an indescribable urge, he also knew that his movements would no longer be monitored.

With a new, uncertain feeling, Eren got up and opened a small closet by the wall. Inside was a brown t-shirt and loose-fitting pants. It was hot outside, so he didn't need to wear shoes. May nights could be cold, but it was unnecessary to wear shoes during noon.

As he didn't wear underwear, he felt something funny as he walked. Despite all the unknowns, he had a good feeling about this new life. And as he opened the door and stepped outside, feeling the bare earth beneath his feet, it felt nostalgic. He felt like a young person again.

No! I am young. This is my body now.

After a short mental check-up, he started thinking about the task that had been assigned to him.

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As soon as he stepped outside, the elf woman who had waved at him earlier began walking towards him.

Eren didn't know who he was in this world, not even his name. He hadn't even discovered whether he needed to learn the languages spoken on this planet.

Learning English for work in my old life was torture enough. I have no language skills at all! Please let me know their language, oh mighty gods...I would do everything for this. Help me!

"Good morning, my lord."

Oh well. Forget about my prayer gods. So, I do know the language. Or this body does. I remember now, Nilu* said that this body was specifically prepared. What does that mean?

"Good morning."

This fair-haired woman was white as snowflake and shattered the stereotype of a fragile elf. She was more graceful than the elves in books and movies on Eren's old planet Earth. She was also larger and fleshier.

The weirdest thing was even if she didn't have long, slightly pointed ears or shining blonde hair under the sun, she still felt like an elf. Eren somehow sensed that this woman was a different life form. Strange.

"Am I your lord?"

The green-eyed elf, despite her already dirty clothing, kneeled on the ground before Eren and bowed her head.

"If my lord is angry with me for something I have done, I apologize. Your servant, Anais, is ready to do anything for you! Forgive me, my lord!"

She thought I said that because I was angry with her. She is either too innocent or too afraid of lords.

Eren didn't want to see this innocent and beautiful woman hurt anymore, so he gave a short command loudly.

"Get up!"

The elf was beautiful, but it was too early to get too close to her. So, he didn't show any warmth or try to correct any misunderstandings. Eren still hadn't figured out what he was doing here or what kind of life he was thrown into. He looked into the worried and fearful eyes of the trembling woman in front of him with a slightly softer expression.

"What is my name?"

The bewildered woman looked at Eren and then around as if she didn't understand the question for a few seconds. Then she screamed.

"YANA, MATVEY!"

Instead of answering, she worried about me and shouted at the other workers. The elf was well-intentioned, but she needed to learn to follow orders.

As Eren thought about this, he watched another elf woman with a face similar enough to be Anais's sister running towards them. And right behind her was a male elf.

The second elf woman was shorter than Anais and looked like a younger copy of Anais. This girl could be no more than 17-18 years old.

But for some reason, the male elf carried all the cliché and bad elf characteristics. Unlike the other two women, this male elf was short, thin, and feeble even by human standards. He seemed out of breath from a little running as if he would take off and fly with a light wind due to his unhealthy body.

But at the same time, he is a typical summary of why elf warriors use bows and arrows instead of swords in books. Was the author of those books someone like me who had seen different worlds? Or how could he describe different races in such detail?

"What happened to the master?" Eren interrupted his thoughts with Matvey's-(male elf) voice.

As the three talked amongst themselves, he calmly surveyed the area. Besides them and himself, it seemed like no one else lived in this small settlement.

"Hey!" Eren raised his voice and silenced the three elves with a more serious expression.

"Answer my questions clearly, or I will punish you! And let me tell you without you asking. I am not sick. I am not possessed by a bad spirit. There is no other bad situation."

"First, what is my name?"

Of the three elves, the talkative young Yana approached a little and whispered fearfully, "Eren...my lord."

"Where are we and what year is it? And what is the history of this planet and the situation of this village in general..."

Eren asked these short and sharp questions for the next few minutes. As soon as he got an answer to one question, he continued with another easy one. He felt that if he gave the elves even the slightest opening, they would distract him with unnecessary things, so he never gave them that opportunity.

When he finished his questions, he had also understood the situation on this new world.

The name of the planet he was on right now was Elymia. It was a planet that had a twin and was loved by the gods in ancient times as a vacation spot. That's why, despite being so small and low-level, it had an official name. "Elymia" supposedly meant "sweet garden" in the language of the gods.

But over time, as the gods began to visit other planets and stories, they stopped coming here, and the local creatures began to develop and multiply without divine intervention.

Since many races and species lived together, wars frequently broke out, and while there was a shortage of food in one region, there were excess nutrients but diseases in another. Almost nowhere on the planet was completely safe. But a careful creature could live without getting involved in wars or chaos and adapt to the environment. There were places where peaceful creatures who didn't seek power among regional kingdoms could live in peace.

The village they were currently in was somewhere between the Nurassi Forest ruled solely by the elves and the Kingdom of Veler ruled by the dwarves. The three elf slaves knew the general location, but they weren't exactly sure where they were. According to these three elves, they were on the top of a medium-sized mountain.

Eren was right to compare this place to Heidi and his grandfather's village. Because they were really on the cursed summit of a mountain!

About these three elves, he made a mental analysis.

Anais was the oldest and had the most attractive body among the three. Yana seemed like an innocent and talkative younger sister. She was as beautiful as her sister, but she emitted more innocent youthful energy than sexiness. Matyev, on the other hand, was their older brother. Despite being a man and an older brother, he looked weaker than his two sisters. He also had a side that bothered Eren. No matter how short, thin, and unhealthy he looked, his hair and face was very beautiful. He could cosplay as a girl and beat his sisters in a beauty contest.

I hate men who are born handsome. They have never even exercised in their lives. They could neglect their hygiene or wear filthy clothes and still remain attractive. Tsk...

Eren pondered more on the fact that "elves can possess a handsome face through genetic inheritance" than his other problems.

The three elves had no idea how they got here. Today was the first day they could remember in their lives. Besides being related to each other and being absolute slaves to Eren, they had no personal lives or pasts. They even struggled to remember their own parents.

In fact, they knelt down and begged for forgiveness from Eren, fearing him, since they could not recall Eren's past or their own life stories clearly. They only knew that Eren was their lord and absolute master.

A few minutes later, they began cleaning the surroundings for their master, avoiding Eren's slightly irate gaze as they did so.

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I am amidst the wizards, warriors, ancient technologies, alchemy, and a plethora of bloodlines and races. But how will I survive? I need to earn money, raise animals and crops, and even learn to fight.

How?

Eren tried to remember the system that Nilu mentioned would assist him and attempted to start it on his own. But even if it existed, he struggled to uncover it. How was he supposed to do it? Would he say a magic word or some kind of code?

An ordinary, normal human being could not do such things.

Normal..?

Eren remembered something he had never wondered about since he came to this world. He opened the door of the stone house he had just run out of. Since he didn't have shoes, he stepped on a thorn right in front of the door.

"Son of a gun!"

As he rubbed his aching sole, he realized there was no mirror in the house.

"Anais!"

Anais, who had dropped a few twigs from her hand from afar, ran towards the house. The lord's angry and powerful voice created a strange sense of satisfaction in her body. It was as if she was used to this behavior.

She came to Eren's side.

"What can I do for you, Lord Eren?"

"Can you find me a mirror?"

Eren was momentarily very afraid when he saw the expression on Anais's face. "You know what a mirror is, don't you?"

"Of course, my lord, but I don't remember how we got here or what kind of items we have in this area. I will search with Yana and Matyev immediately."

Eren grabbed Anais' arm as she turned around. "For now, try to find firewood and clean drinking water. Come to me when you have them ready."

"We will be with you as soon as possible, my lord!"

Anais was excited when she touched her lord's arm and started running stutteringly. Her back was turned to Eren. With her bright red cheeks and ears, she looked innocent and excited. But even if Anais looked at him, Eren wouldn't care.

He had seen the bodies of both Anais and Yana under their ragged clothes as if they were naked. Apart from accepting that they were beautiful, he didn't feel anything. At that moment, he was afraid of hunger, thirst, or being killed by magical creatures. The fear of death was enough to override even the greatest pleasures.

He entered the house and closed the door behind him. He knelt down with his head to the ground as he had done before. His entire body touched the stone floor in some way, and he began to pray from his heart like a devout believer.

At least that was the original plan. Just as he was about to close his eyes and start praying, he began to feel something he hadn't noticed before. Then his eyes suddenly opened. He saw texts in front of his corneas.

°•○●

Name: Eren Kugyo

*Level: 0

*Race: %99 Elf, %1 Human

Eren was relieved and smiling as he finally had access to the system that would allow him to succeed in this life. He read that he was an elf, but something was strange. Very.. very strange.

His smile began to twitch, and his left eye twitched.

"Holy cowabunga with extra Pepperony!"

He was about to realize that he was an elf and be surprised, but he discovered a more important detail. This discovery could change everything. Eren tried to remember his old life and his experiences with computers. He wasn't wrong.

Why are these texts of Golden Finger in Times New Roman font? Is someone pulling a prank here? It's been decades since I last saw this font.

"Sweet Jesus, this system really uses Times New Roman font.

What the hell?

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