"The Adamas? What is a kind of—"
I remember!
Just when I heard the word 'Adamas' flashed through my mind a moment in one of the rooms in the hospital. A middle-aged doctor said I had to undergo treatment with brain nerve therapy.
The technicalities of therapy they didn't explain, but I did understand after getting here. The atmosphere, the scents, the pain, and so on felt real, even though I was in a special device.
"It's like a movie I watch a lot," I muttered, looking at both hands.
"Naturally, you ask like that. They did the same thing as you do right now," the man explained, leading me to walk outside the police station.
"It's just that most of them fell in the woods, not harming or hurting people," he continued.
Will they be able to control the landing position when they get here? I wondered about the intentions of the man beside me.
"If the incident is the same as me, do the guild office be responsible?" I asked. The man nodded with a breath.
The man decided to take me to get to the guild office. I nodded without refuting.
Maybe it was because I was walking with the police officers that some of the villagers' attention was drawn to me. We walked on the main road, which was quite luxurious because it was covered with white paving blocks in a hexagonal shape.
Most houses are made of cement walls, not as strong as concrete. Some still use wood, and some don't have sheltered roofs.
The clothes that people wear are different. Some are pleasant to fancy clothes such as noble shirts for men and long dresses for women.
Some people like to wear clothes as if they are, not luxurious but can be used only to cover the upper and lower body parts.
In one glance. I understand that a gap of difference was created in the village community.
"Welcome to the Guild Office," said one of the women, dressed in a long black, knee-length maid.
"Thank you. I have a need with Lussie. Can you get me to her?" the man asked, mentioning Lussie's name, which I suspect she's an important person in this place.
"Miss Lussie is away. Maybe I can offer you to meet with Miss Stephanie?" explained the female maid, the man beside me nodded without thinking.
Smiling, that's the thing that looks real in this world. Not only her, but the expressions of the whole person I met seemed real, although to me, they were just game attributes that usually helped the main player complete the mission.
We stopped in a room with a young manager with Stephanie's name on it. The maid opened the door and told us about our arrival to the woman named Stephanie.
"Let them in," Stephanie said.
The policeman walked in, spliced with me. We both sat in a row on the front chair of a workbench belonging to a beautiful white woman with long blonde hair outlined to the right of the shoulder.
Her pupils were blue, almost the same as mine. Her lips were thin with eyebrows that were balanced with eye spacing.
"Do you need anything from us, Jacob?" asked Stephanie, the man smiling as he introduced me to him.
"An Adamas?" asked Stephanie, surprised by kept looking at me.
"That's right. He told the same thing as the Adamas who appeared later," Jacob said.
"Only one thing can tell whether he is an Adamas or not, and that is by looking at the type of class in his status," Stephanie retorted.
Status? I've kind of heard that before. Does this world really implement a game system in general?
"Status?" I asked, confused.
Stephanie nodded her head. I noticed her right hand, especially her fingers when they were raised. I saw the tip of the middle finger with thumbs together and quickly flicked it until something blue appeared in front of the woman.
I raised my hand to touch the status of the info as Stephanie explained the usefulness of an inseparable part of everyone in the world. However, I already understood long before Stephanie explained the function of this menu.
"Officer?" I asked, confused by the class she had.
"I chose it so that I worked behind a workbench. So you'll know what you're doing after doing what I'm doing," Stephanie said, snapping her fingers back to close her info status menu.
I understand what the technicalities are like. This is going to be the most important moment for me here. The class I have will be useful to lead me to live my life here.
I looked at it the same way it seemed, and there was a status of info that belonged to me. I pinched both eyes when I focused on looking at the unfamiliar name in my mind when I read the class I was going to.
"P-Paladin? Does it belong to a class or a nickname?" I asked, confused.
Both Stephanie and Jacob's eyes widened. I don't understand their response and why they were more surprised than I was.
"Paladin, well?"
"What's wrong with a paladin?" I asked.
Stephanie wrapped up as she picked up something from the lower desk cabinet. Jacob hadn't answered my question yet, making my mind even wilder, guessing whether there was anything wrong with the Paladin class.
"Thank goodness you are, because I hate the Three Knights Alliance," Jacob said, smiling then laughing out loud as he patted me on the shoulder.
Then, Stephanie took out an old book that was already dusty. It must have been stored there for decades.
"It's been a while since we got the last Adamas. It was about fifteen years ago," Stephanie replied.
Now it was my turn to widen in shock. I didn't know in this place it's been fifteen years, or even more as I guessed.
"Even then, the chosen one is a Templar," Stephanie explained, continuing to open sheet after sheet until she reached the last part of the book.
They drew it well, a person in a thin armour with five weapons surrounding it, ranging from swords, arrows, spears, sacred sticks, to maces.
"Paladin, the heart of the saint who can bring about great changes. Only a selected person with sincerity can get the class."
I smiled knot. I am not a saint like other pastors or worshippers, nor am I a volunteer, let alone people who are actively helping people in distress. So it's confusing to me what this class is given through. Lots or luck?
"I'm not a saint," I explained.
"If you're not, then you should be a saint," Stephanie replied.
She closed the thick dusty book she was reading and placed the thing on the side of the table that looked empty. Although I still noticed the status menu displayed in front of my face, there was a noticeable difference, namely the existence of Mana Point.
I have mastered the basic knowledge of this game, so it will not be difficult for me to live the rest of my life here.
"Then, after knowing this all, how did I get out?" I asked.
"Get out? You just have to go through the exit over there."
"No, that's not it. What I'm asking is how do I get out of this world? You know, back to my original world," I said, explaining.
Stephanie and Jacob glanced at each other, squinting when they were in dispute. Don't they know what I'm talking about?
"I-I don't know about that. You'd better ask the other Adamas," Jacob replied.
"I don't know who Adamas is and isn't," I said.
"It's easy. According to them, to recognize the other Adamas, it is enough to look at the sensors that are above us," Stephanie explained, pointing to her green sensor.
"If the censorship is green, then he is an ordinary person like me. However, if it's blue, then he's just like you," Stephanie continued.
I nodded as my mouth opened in the shape of an 'O'. The explanation is quite understandable, at least until recently before I started carrying out my duties.
"Alright. It's not good to tell him so much. He can be nauseous," Jacob joked, helping me up.
"Before leaving, come to the guild office hall and give this to the receptionist over there." Stephanie wrote a few words on the form, I don't know what the meaning of the writing is, but she said that this is important to me.
"Thank you so much," I said, bowing as I walked out of the young manager's room.
Jacob said goodbye. He left a message to stay away from the Three Knight Alliance groups. He thinks they are a dangerous group that can threaten my life.
I can't possibly forget the message conveyed by him. Then, the back of his body began to disappear just as the man left the exit.
"Hey, you're a new person here, right?" asked one of the young men, coming up to me pretentiously.
"Yes."
"May I tell you what class you are in?" the young man asked.
"Don't tell him!"
Both of my eyes immediately focused on a woman walking over. She seems to have lived her life much longer than the young man.
It can be seen that silver armor adorns her clothes. I'm sure she's one of the leaders of the forces in this kingdom.
The young man seemed to cluck his tongue and left me because of her order. From what I've seen, both have green sensors, meaning they are ordinary people.
"You'd better not just trust strangers, especially saying what your class is," the woman explained.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked, curious if she could see what my censorship was not.
"I don't know."
"Didn't you see my censorship above?" I asked. The woman shook her head.
It seems that the ability to see the censorship is only possessed by the Adamas alone. Ordinary people like them can't see it.
"That's all the advice from me. There are so many two-faced people here, so you must be careful."
I nodded with a smile, "Thank you so much."