'I can't possibly be in a new world, right?' He touched the dark metallic bracer, looking more carefully at how it looked.
It was made of rough black metal with a 3-inch diameter and 5-mm thickness. Its two ends had protruding circular smooth edges where bigger runic-like letters were written, and the 4-inch length was also filled with tiny carved lines and strange letters on its circular surface.
The line that could open the bracer in 2 halves was barely visible, seemingly blending in with the rest of the bracer.
'Is this thing really Magical?' He straightened his arm forward, palm open wide, he tried to activate the magical bracer, but it didn't react to his mental commands.
'Activate... Fire... Release...' sighing, he lowered his raised hand and tried to remove the bracer from his forearm, but it didn't budge from its place.
'God dammit, is this shit cursed item or something?' He used more force to open the bracer in half like it was before, but it didn't budge, his left forearm's skin and bones aching from the force he was trying to open the bracer.
'Ha... ha... It's no use, it won't open!' He felt apprehended and wondered if it might suck him dry of his lifeforce or something, but ultimately he gave up, for now.
'This guy sure lived a difficult life," He reminisced the memories, going through them to familiarize himself with what he now has to deal with in this magical world.
'I can't believe I was lucky enough to be transmigrated into a magical world,' He closed his eyes, going back deeper into his head and past the new memories into who he was.
'Damn! I'm not much better than this guy at all!' He saw himself living in poor orphanages for most of his life, and dropping out of high school when he couldn't pay the expenses when he reached 18 years of age.
He survived on part-time jobs, some of which nearly broke his back with how much they were demanding of him, working 3 part-time jobs of 15 hours straight.
At night, which was the only free time he had, he spent watching tv shows, anime, and movies in every medium, as well as occasionally reading published fantasy books or web novels, the only joy he had in his lonely life devoid of anyone he could call a family or friend.
'Sigh... Did some kind of God took pity on me or something?' He tried to remember the last thing he witnessed in his previous world, But it was blank, only remembering some random things before his memories changed to this new world.
He stayed silent for a few minutes, contemplating his next course of action.
'There is clearly magic in this world, the thing I always wished I could wield, so My goal should be to discover and learn everything about it, right?' He looked around the sunny quiet grassy fields, taking a deep breath of nature's scent.
'I don't remember the last time I was out in the wild.' He sighed, before feeling the constant wetness in his lower area. He looked down, seeing the muddy ground he was sitting on.
'I must have slept through the whole night in this place while it rained.' He touched his brown medieval-like shirt that showed traces of his blood.
He touched his left cheek, where it has been throbbing for a while now, painfully tracing the vertical slash wound marring it.
The wound started next to his nose to the cheekbone that seemed to slightly deflect and stop the shrapnel from last night from ripping his left ear as well.
'At least it didn't take my eyeballs with it.' relieved that it was just a minor wound, he stood up, stretching his numb arms and legs, and doing some warm-ups.
'The question now is, what should I do now?' He thought about the guild that sent him to his -previous him's- death, feeling reluctant to return to it.
'But I don't know any other place I could go to, the previous me hasn't even looked at any map beside this city.' He looked at the towering rough stone walls in the distance and contemplated for a few minutes, Finally coming up with a somewhat good plan.
'I guess I will have to join a legitimate guild instead of that fake and unscrupulous dark guild.' he remembered the reason why he chose that guild, he was a magic-less and pennyless peasant, one that the legitimate guilds will throw out of their doors if he said he wanted to register himself.
'The legitimate guilds either hire people that graduated from a magical academy or people who can't afford magical academy but could pay lesser amounts of gold to the guild and hire veterans to teach them basic magical spells or combat art techniques.' Two of which he wouldn't be able to do even if he worked tirelessly for a decade.
'But now that I have this bracer, I can pretend I was taught magical spells by a wondering mage.' He looked at the bracer, feeling vexed that he couldn't activate it consciously.
'Either way, my only hope of escaping the shady guild is being a part of a bigger one, I just hope they don't deem me a traitor and send in rat hunters after me.' He felt afraid of the possibility, after all, what happened last night was still a mystery to him.
He looked around, trying to find his bag, but it was nowhere to be found, he then checked his trousers pockets, where he kept all the other items he looted there.
'Oh shit, I lost them!' He took out a single necklace that luckily tangled with the threads of his pockets.
He looked carefully at the necklace, made of silver-like metal, aside from the rope-like string, the necklace or amulet itself was arrowhead-shaped, the center of which was a circle of a honey gold- crystal, while the black metal edges it was attached to was similarly filled with runes.
'It's definitely a magical item, but how do I activate it?' He tried to focus on what he did last night to activate the bracer, but his memory came short as his focus and attention were entirely on the creepy monster intending to kill him.
'Doesn't matter, I just have to pretend it's mine, and the guard gates will easily let me pass when they see my magical-looking items, and how I look like I came from a deadly fight in the wilderness.' He readied himself and tried to come up with different stories if they tried asking questions, all the while referencing the vague knowledge of the outside world the previous him knew.
Walking through the patches of grass, he made a beeline to the muddy main road that leads to the city gates, memories resurfacing in his mind when he was here on this exact road years ago.
He shook his head and began his acting, walking causally to the city gates, where this early in the morning there were no lines of people waiting to enter.
When he saw the two guards look at him, he acted like he was hiding his hanging clearly magical amulet, while pretending to cover the bracer with his shirt sleeves.
The guards as expected didn't say a thing when they confirmed he was human and not a monster in disguise when he touched the slap of metal inscribed with runic letters on its surface didn't react to him.
'Thank god this thing is here, otherwise, they might start to ask questions about my origin or suspect me of a monster.' acting like he didn't care, he walked past them easily mistaking him for what he assumed was a monster hunter.
The previous guy's memories resurfaced when he looked at the unchanged main street he saw the first time he entered the city.
'For the both of us, I will become a monster hunter and avenge your parents.' Promising to himself, he walked through the main street, going directly to the only legitimate guild in this city.