"My luggage shouldn't already been sent to my apartment."
Stepping out the train and making his way out the train station, Art mused his finger brushing against a contact on his phone dubbed mom.
"You should probably inform mom that I've arrive.."
Taping the contact, the number began to dial, ringing for a while but after a minute or so there was no answer.
"Huh..that weird she usually picks my call."
Compared to his mother back on earth, the one here was more on the pamper side.
It made sense since he was all she had but sometimes she went overboard and treated him too much like a child. Which he was by no means, he was a young twenty year old adult and adding his age back in earth he would probably be in his fourties so yeah he wasn't a child.
"I'll just text her. She eventually call eitherway."
Existing contacts and opening chats, he swifty typed his message for his mom and after it was sent existed the app and began descending down the stairs towards the pedestrian.
The nosies of vehicles, the rapid steps of people going about their business and so much more diluted his senses a bit.
"Is that an Elf."
Joining the crowd he marveled at the long pointy eyes of the blonde woman busily on a call on her phone. Fantasy creature did exist in the game but seeming them with his ever own eyes was a whole other realm of surreal.
"I guess this isn't a dream after all."
Ever since he woke up here a week ago, he always doubted if this was real. He was unable to accept it not because he missed earth but because it seemed to good to be true.
"Fo now don't think about it...meet one of the main cast, achieve the objective and attend the job review."
The body he was currently inhabiting belongs to a twenty year unemployed genius. Genius as in smart enough to finish school early but weak enough he was considered useless in this magical setting.
As far as mudune job went he could qualify for many and he should have had not his job application beeb sent to the wrong place.
At first this world Art had remained clueless that he job application had been sent to one of the four most prestigious academies in the whole continent that was until he received a letter of acceptance from the legacy academy, home of some of the greatest Heroes of both the past and the present and currently in the process of naturing Heroes of the future.
Even if he was a genius the chances of being accepted by such an academy as a teacher nietherless should have been impossible since at best he was a three star aura user. The academy took in genius of four star and above but he had been chosen and now he was to come for an interview for him to officially be vented.
By the time the Art from earth has taken over his body, the original Art was preparing to fix this mess but Earth's Art had other plans.
"I know something bad will happen, I can't remember what and how but I have to be part of it, maybe it can help me regain the blankness in my memories."
He was no fool, he knew the dangers this world posses to those whom decided to become Heroes and fight the Abyss, he also knew getting involved with the plot will lead to his end but for the seek of his memories he had to do it.
"This isn't like me."
Stopping at himself through the windows of the clothing store he muttered. His reflection staring back at him was a tall, handsome young man with a leaned build and long blonde hair slightly pass his shoulder. He had sapphire colured Iris and was dressed in a black and white suit along a pair of dark trousers. His expression stern along his step of attire denoted a sense of professionalism which unfortunately was all he had going for him.
"No matter how I try to ignore it, I got to admit I'm handsome."
With a soft wink he smirks and he continued walking along the streets occasionally staring in awe as he came across many kinds of mystical reasons. A tall broody male vampire with an umbrella hovering over his head, a hairy drawf in an attire consisting of a suit and amor, a cheerful tanned skin girl with feline features and Demi humans of all kind.
A world that was a blend of fictional fantasy and twenty first century aesthetic that was the place he had been transported to.
It was strange among many other things but he was sure he gets use to this overtime.
If there was anything he was proud of about him, then it would undoubtedly be his adaptivity.
Stopping infornt of a bus stop, he searched his pocket for money and stood still awaiting the arrival of the bus to his destination.
"3...2.....1."
With a countdown a figure arrived beside him causing his breath to be caught in his throat. He hadn't expected his prediction to be right on spot but it had ,the evidence being the curly haired blonde teenager waiting for the bus beside him.
She was a year or two younger than him, taking a few inch's below him with a slight muscular firm among her femine features.
Dressed in a light black button shirt along a white coat with a golden sword badge, a skirt of moderate length covered her kneels slightly with a pair of black stockings covering the rest of her bare legs hidden with a pair of black and white sneakers.
Nesting a sheathed and clotted sword on her back with the straps wrapped around her left hand, she traced her gaze onto Art whom unconscious looked away realized he was staring at her too much.
[Interact with Trish Snowfield]
As he looked away, a pop up notification filled his sights causing his expression to pale.
For some reason another trauma he seems to have developed was his inability to take to strangers.
Still wondering where all this traumas came from an electric bus came to a stop infornt of them, it's door parting to drop of and received passengers.
One's those being dropped off had gotten down, he followed behind the blond girl wondering what his nexk move was.