The first time I am seeing these many people after coming to this world. If I am correct in my counting, there are around 329 people I have seen so far. And they all look like average humans. No mutants, no half humans, nothing. Well, I ain't disappointed by this. People are always welcome in my life. I hate being lonely.
Well, One thing though. Sign left. She said she wasn't able to keep up talking to me because it consumed energy.
She told me this,"No amount of power is unachievable for you. I cannot give you an estimate, but in human terms your growth is unlimited. Don't stop trying to attain a higher level of power."
I am a punching bag. Even if I attain a higher level of power, I wont be able to use it due to my Scared af cells.
But now, I want to speak to a person.
Let's see, I am a caucasian with blonde hair and brown eyes, I am slim with low body muscle and I am wearing a T-shirt with the words,"Still weird." What else is different? i do not know what kind of names these people have. Let's try talking to them for a change.
"..................................."
I just remembered. I am not good at conversing with people in crowds, Especially when they are looking at me like I am some sort of being that has descended from the mfing space, An alien.
I come from a parallel world. It's different. And the Mfing is just short form representation of conveying your feelings when you are not comfortable on game chats and the places where it is not allowed to swear. See, I maintain my manners wherever I go.
I am feeling dizzy. Time to eat something. I see a tavern like building nearby. I hope to get something good.
Enter the tavern. People looking straight at me. It is like they have seen a ghost. I sit down on the bench and try to make small talk with one person. It is a man with a beard that looks straight out of a picture dedicated to a 19th century scientist. Long and scruffy.
"Excuse me sir, but can I ask for your name?"
Formal af. What am I, The secretary of the great Rutherford sitting beside me?
"Karl,"
Oh, so it was Karl Max. l was mistaken. There certainly was a resemblance.
"My name is Abel. I am new in this town. Can you tell me where could I find the Guild?"
"The building opposite to this one."
"Thank you very much."
"Now pay up my bill for the information I gave you."
W.T.F.
"Excuse me, the bill is around 700 serils." The waiter said.
This is how you end up cleaning utensils in the back of the kitchen.
Fortunately, I had some luck going for me.
The bandits were generous enough to leave 100 serils for me after they died. And also, Sign told me about the currency while we were talking when you were not with us. I apologise, but the author is a lazy writer who did not want to feature that part there.'
But something crazy happened. I had been robbed.
By none other than the philosopher who created Marxism, Karl Marx.
And so, I ended up cleaning the utensils while eating leftovers form the plates used by the customers and let me tell you.
This food ain't no Mac and cheese.
It's gross. Grosser than the grossest thing I have ever eaten, roasted eggplant. It was so bad, that I had to force myself to eat for the first time in my life.
Another act of love by a stranger. But I am sorry, I don't swing that way.
You have to clean the utensils by using a bucket and there is no tap available.
This adventure is trying to make me a maid for the luck god I suppose.
After cleaning up, I see Marx waiting for me. I wave at him, and rush over to talk with him.
"Hey Marx. Why did you do that?" I asked him sincerely.
If by sincerely you mean grabbing a persons collar and shoving him on the ground. After cleaning the utensils I came to know a fact. The thing they were serving, was stewed duck. And so I can now repeat the chapter's title.
Karl Marx pissed me off.