After a short sleep, I woke up with a lot of energy—something I hadn't had in a long time.
I stood up and tidied myself. The room was filled with outside light, which made its interesting characteristics more appealing. I looked out the window and saw many people walking around, starting their morning with enthusiasm.
I pushed the door open and was met with the same scene I saw before: a hall with few doors and a staircase to the main floor.
Without much thought, I moved on and went downstairs, wishing for something good to happen. As I walked down the stairs, I remembered my previously wounded arms, which had returned to their functional state after being healed by that nun.
I reached the bottom and was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The glass wall in front of the church became even more fascinating as it took direct hits from the sun, giving the hall a touching feeling.
From the corner of my eye, I saw someone sweeping away the ground dust with a broom. They weren't the nun who helped me previously, but I decided to approach them.
I got a little closer, without them noticing me, and said, "Hello, I want—" but then I was cut off.
"I'm afraid Father Bevy won't be around this week," he said nervously.
"Oh, that's alright. I'm actually looking for a girl with yellow hair and blue eyes. Have you seen her?"
After I said that, he looked up into my eyes for the first time and said, "Y-you must be that guy who lost his memory, right? I think you're looking for Sister Atna. She left not long ago to assist the poor."
I heard her name for the first time, which made me question my wisdom a little for not getting her name the previous time.
"Thanks for telling me," I said with a soft smile.
The kid nodded nervously and then started sweeping the ground from another corner timidly.
I sat for a second and began to think about my situation. I needed to know a little more, and my best option was getting that information from Atna, but she wasn't in the church. I also didn't have much time to wait for her, since every second mattered.
I decided to just go out and experience the world by myself, so I stood up and began to walk toward the big door at the very back of the seats. The door had engravings in what seemed to be an unknown language... or at least unknown to me.
I placed my hand on the door's handle and started pulling it toward me. The door opened with a creaking sound, which was expected from the wooden door. The outside garden was immaculate and gave the entire building an aesthetic feeling.
I started walking past the flowers and bushes of the church's yard and went onto the road. As expected, townsfolk were walking across the road to do their jobs, and kids were laughing as they ran around the trees.
It was amusing to see such a town, as if it came straight out of fantasy games and stories. Finding such a blissful town in the woods would be nearly impossible in my world of technology.
Since I had no idea where I was, I approached a passerby and asked, "Hello. Do you know where I can find the adventurers' guild?"
"You should be able to see a sword and bow sign by taking this road. That is the guild building," he said politely.
I nodded and started walking quickly in the direction he pointed. I was excited to know more, which made me completely disregard the fact that this world was far deadlier than expected.
I reached the building with the sign, which seemed older than I anticipated. Without going through the door, I could hear many voices from inside.
I took a calming breath and entered the building without any worry.
As soon as I entered, my eyes met the crowd. People were seated at tables, laughing and talking to one another, without a care in the world. Each had a fighter's physique while wearing armor and holding weapons.
I, like a toddler who had discovered something new, looked around the building with awe.
After checking things out, I saw a counter at the very front of the entrance. There were receptionists talking to the adventurers and doing what seemed to be their job... so I started getting close to one.
"Welcome, adventurer! How can I assist you today?" the receptionist asked, with a professional smile.
With a little stress in my heart, I gained the courage to say, "Hello, I want to get registered as an adventurer today. I want to know if I need to do anything."
His face turned confused after he heard me. "You want to join today? You mean you aren't an adventurer already?"
"No, I'm not. I was hoping to become one today."
I could understand the confusion. As a porter in my own world, I had trained myself to be able to survive if anything bad happened, so my physique was that of a fighter.
"...Well, this is something new. How much do you know about an adventurer's job?"
"I know as much as they hunt down monsters and complete missions. That's about all I know," I said, thinking back to Atna's explanations
His smiling face changed to annoyance as soon as I finished speaking. By his expression, I could tell the process of explaining an adventurer's job must be pretty tough.
"Are you telling the truth?" he asked, his voice tinged with pain.
"I actually don't know more," I said, knowing what I was doing.
He crouched and pulled out a book from under the desk and opened it up... then he said, "Alright, let's start from the very beginning."
I sat quietly and listened to his every sentence with composure. It was very hard for me to follow since I didn't know some of the information firsthand, but the explanation was much better than Atna's and also enough for me to decide.
To summarize most of what I understood from him: each adventurer could come to the guild and select a mission to complete. By completing a mission, they would earn money. Each mission had a specific grade that an adventurer could select after reaching said grade.
Every adventurer started at the very bottom, the 1st tier, all the way to the very top, the 10th tier. Adventurers could rank up by completing missions, hunting monsters, and many other ways.
He also mentioned many things, but they weren't as important as those I engraved in my mind.
"...So you understood everything I just told you?" he said with an exhausted expression, as if he had just climbed a mountain.
"Yes," I said, even though I had not understood 'everything.'
"Perfect. Let me grab the form you'll need to fill out," he said, closing the book and placing it aside.
He then came out from behind the counter and went upstairs to get the papers for me.
Since I had nothing to do, I looked around the guild. I could see some people paying attention to me, so as soon as our eyes met, they nodded in greeting. The guild's environment seemed pretty healthy for fellow adventurers, or that's what I thought. Overall, I was somehow relieved about coming back to this world sooner.
The receptionist returned after a minute or two with papers in his hand. He placed them in front of me and said, "You need to complete this form, then you will get your adventurer ID."
I grabbed the fountain pen and started reading the form to fill it out... but something was wrong.
"Sorry to tell you, but I can't read," I said with embarrassment.
The receptionist, as if he was expecting it, said, "Don't worry about it. I will ask you some questions and fill out the form. You just answer."
I nodded, and the receptionist started asking me questions fitting for an adventurer ID. He asked me about my name, profession, and many more details about how I could fight. I chose my profession as a swordsman and answered the other questions accordingly.
"...Alright, that's it. All you need to do is sign the form with your blood, and it will be complete."
"With my blood?" I asked with confusion.
"Yes, your blood will link your information to the guild's database. I should also mention that if any other ID exists under your name, you will be blacklisted, preventing future registrations."
I was expecting some form of prevention from farming adventurer IDs, due to the advantages of having one, but I hadn't thought it would be this thorough.
I stopped thinking for too long and pulled out my knife. I then cut my left finger and placed it on what seemed to be the signing section.
After I did that, the receptionist grabbed the paper and said, "Perfect. Now wait for me to make your card. This should take about 30 minutes."
"Thank you," I said with an excited expression.
I couldn't wait for my ID to come since I could finally use it and accept a mission... but amidst that excitement, I could feel a little stress in my heart, which seemed expected for me.