Am I Alive

It was like falling into a deep river. Slowly the cold turned into warmth.

It was as if a ray of sunshine hit my face. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a meadow by the river, strange because something soft fell on my hand, when I confirmed that a wolf was biting my hand.

"Ah... my hand, my arm is broken; call an ambulance."

"Can you be quiet? Just being bitten by a wolf won't kill you."

"The problem is my hand."

"Take a good look."

My hand was delicate, and what's more surprising is that the wolf's teeth were all broken, so he decided to run away.

"Thank you, who just spoke?"

"Under you."

Following the woman's voice, I found a Sword lying near me.

"You can talk?"

"Aah, it's faster if you try to look at the water's edge in the mirror."

I was confused and followed her words until I was wide-eyed in shock. This is not my face; long silky hair, a thin body and a pretty face.

"Am I a woman?"

I hastily checked my chest, and there was no bulge; after confirming what was underneath me, I could breathe a sigh of relief.

What is clear is that I am still a man, thank God. My appearance is probably around fifteen years old, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, and a black hooded cape.

I took the sword and asked her, "What exactly is this? I don't think this is my body."

"It is indeed your body or rather a new body, which is clear survivor you have been reincarnated into another world where magic and swords reside."

Hearing that, I immediately protested, "Wait a minute; I don't remember dying. I was buying a game, and then I walked home."

"Do you not remember? This is called the punishment of the miser."

"What do you mean by doom?" I asked with troubled eyes.

"You bought the game, but when you discovered that your change was lacking, you wanted to return. But unfortunately, you accidentally were hit by a truck, and died."

"What kind of death is that? And it has absolutely nothing to do with games or misers either."

"Do you know how much the change is?"

"One thousand."

"So, you're stupid."

"One hundred."

"So. you're an idiot."

"Ten."

"Then you're not smart enough."

This sword likes to make fun of me, and its speech also sounds sarcastic.

"One"

"Precisely."

I held my frustrated head while said, "I died because I only wanted to take a one dollar, so my life only cost a one."

"Indeed."

I let out a deep breath, and if I were to come back to life here, I would be much more generous. But we can ignore that for now.

"By the way, who are you?"

"My name is Olivia, and I am a Goddess who brought you to this world."

"But you're just a sword."

"I have reasons for taking this form, but if I want to eat, I will become my Goddess form."

"Seems like there's something you're trying to hide?"

"When the time comes, I will tell you."

I sighed softly, decided not to ask any further, and walked forward. I don't know where I'm going, and the most important thing is that I can arrive at a town or village like that.

***

After desperately arriving at a city surrounded by walls, one of the guards asked me, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Poor sir, I haven't eaten in three days."

"Even though you say it's not like your stomach looks big."

"I mean, I haven't eaten grilled meat, sweetbreads and juice," I immediately objected; on the way here, I picked some fruit.

"No money for you; you have to work to eat."

"Work?"

"I see you have a sword, and it's not like you can become an adventurer in the guild."

"Adventure? Just like in the game."

"Games?"

"It is nothing."

"If you decide to stay in this city, I must write your name."

"Ah, sure, my name is Zack Draven, fifteen years old, and I'm an orphan."

"Zack, it's not like your name sounds like a boy."

"I am a man."

"What?" she shouted.

Your expression is too much. "With a face like that?"

I smiled in return, and if I wanted to blame someone, blame the Goddess in my hands, I slowly walked past this guard.

"You have to walk a little faster."

"The slow walker always wins. Do you know the story of the tortoise and the hare?"

I just wanted to trick a few more people into giving me money.

"Sure, the tortoise wins."

"Actually, before the match, the tortoise put sleeping pills in the rabbit's drink, so he won."

"What? That's a cunning move."

"Not cunning but wise; by the way, what is the name of this city?"

"*****."

"What the hell you say? What's the name of this city? I'm asking you."

"I told you what the name of the city is."

"Wrestle."

"No need to worry."

After finishing fighting, I could finally enter; along the busy city streets, I saw several people doing buying and selling transactions. Every shop was lined up neatly as if anything you could want was right here.

They give money in silver coins; sometimes, copper is also available, but unfortunately, I don't see people using gold coins. Is this city poor? Just as I thought, I arrived at a building that said, guild.

I didn't think that this city was named ***** City.

The one who gave this city its name had a strange taste; when I opened the door, a row of adventurers seemed to be talking to each other; not only from the human race, there were Beast races and Demi-humans, there were Elves as well.

Elf is easy to recognise by just looking at her pointed ears. Their beast has a body like an animal but stands and looks like a human, while the Demi-humans only have a tail and ears in the shape of an animal. The fantasy world is different, and a kind-hearted receptionist greeted me at the registration counter.

"I want to join a guild?"

"Yes, all around two silver coins."

"Is there an administration fee?"

In this world, nothing is free; now, I can understand my grandfather's words.

"Is the lady from far away?"

I don't want to be called miss, but because I look like this, many people will always think of me that way. For now, silence is much better.

"I come from a country called Iceland."

"Iceland? I've never heard of it."

"Well, it's a beautiful land far away."

"All right."

"Since I don't have any money, I guess I'll beg some people here first."

"Wait a minute, you can't do that . . . I'll pay for it."

"Oh, you are very generous. In the next life, you will become a goddess."

"Please don't say anything weird; put your hand on this crystal ball to see your status."

Another world feels now, and I think I have a great status.

When I touched it, everyone secretly watched me from behind burst laughing. After all, my status popped up.

My skill only has one called [Magic Tree], and the rest are weak, no, fragile.

Even the receptionist went to great lengths to cheer me up, who was out of style.

"Over time, the power will continue to grow."

The more she talks, the more I get hurt here; only after receiving my adventurer card can I take a job. The work is divided into missions according to the rank of the adventurer.

Because I'm ranked E, I can only take the same quest, and the most stuck can only take quests above it, namely Quest level D. The pay was low, and the work looked insulting, like waiting for a rooster to lay an egg for two silver coins.

The person asking for this must be crazy. Or they were cleaning a canal of foul-smelling mud for five silver coins.

The pay should be much higher. And the last one doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Fish ten pufferfish in the river for five silver coins."

Even though it is called a puffer fish, it looks like a box, but let it be the most important thing; it is much better. I pulled out the sheet of paper and gave it to the receptionist.

"Want to take on this mission?"

"Aah, can I catch this fish normally?"

"Of course, you must use golden caterpillars as bait, and these fish will eat them."

"I see; where can I get golden caterpillars?"

"At the corner of this street, there is an old house whose yard is filled with red roses. Caterpillars live there a lot, but the house belongs to Caroline; I'm not sure she will allow you to take it."

"At least I'll try it first."

"Well, fight... many adventurers fail on the first mission, too, so don't worry about it."

I haven't even started yet, but she's already convinced that this world is cruel to a weakling like me.