Seeing the building in front of me, I let out a heavy sigh. After walking closer to the entrance, I notice that the door is larger than I thought, causing me to let out an awestruck sound. However, the closer I get to the door of the guild, the more I notice that people are staring at me – no, they are staring at my clothes as if they've never seen something like it.
They are staring at the blue pants, white shirt, and tie that I am wearing right now, the school uniform I wore before teleporting into this world.
{Are you sure about that?}
I'm pretty sure... I mean, if that's not the case, then why are they staring at me like that?
{...}
Ignoring Darkus' words, I proceed to enter into the guild. The moment I step in, a mesmerizing view appears before my eyes.
"T-This... I love this world," I mutter as I look around with drool pouring from the corner of my mouth. The inner structure of the guild isn't what captivates me the most though, but I have to admit that its interiors are breathtaking.
There are many platforms, about ten, on which people, most of them armed to their teeth, are in long queues. They can be seen arguing fervently, while some even beat each other to a pulp just to take the other's space in the queue. As for the interior, it's completely painted in a milky white color and there are tons of shelves with transparent glass mounted on the walls. Inside these shelves are things I recognize as beast skulls, hides, skins, bones, scales, and many other parts that I can't identify. If I am to say anything, it is that nothing seems to go to waste.
On another side of the guild, inside the shelves are many potions. As I don't know what they are, I can't exactly describe how they look. However, inside the other shelves on the walls, different types of weapons are stored there, and on the last shelf, books, maps made from skins, and some sort of items I have no idea about can be seen within.
Moving to the thing that captivates me the most, butterflies rise in my stomach. All my fantasies have finally come to life. The people I am seeing right now are what King Heskel called Demi-humans, a different type of humanoid race with different appearances depending on their origins.
Dog girls, cat girls, Sphinx, Centaurs, lamias, and many others. Seeing this spectacular scene, blood starts seeping from my nose in a rush while I unconsciously stagger towards a cat girl a few meters away from me, trying to hug her.
"Finally... Finally... Finally!!" I chant with relief as I open my arms to hug the cat girl.
"Nyaaa~ Get away from me, you ugly, disgusting, creep, waaa~" The cat girl cries out, directing a kick towards my nutsack.
Pain surges through me as the kicks connect with my nuts. Frozen in place, my eyes bulge in agony as if they might pop out. Collapsing to the ground, I clutch my aching groin, trying to ensure the nerve-wracking pain. As I manage to look up, the cat girl dashes toward a group of people, presumably reporting the incident.
Then, a tall, burly blonde man approaches, his muscles bulging beneath his tight, dirty white shirt and pants made from a beast's skin. Seeing him heading my way, I scramble to my feet, attempting to escape, but the muscle head catches up for some inexplicable reason. His grip tightens on my shirt and he hoists me above the ground.
"You... You're the one that assaulted big sis, Lena, huh? You fucking retard! Don't you even know you look like shit? I knew something was weird with you the moment you came inside. Maybe I should hit that fucking glass off your face," the burly man bellows, punctuating each of his words with a punch to my face. The force shatters my glasses, which fall in several pieces to the ground.
Oddly enough, I'm less concerned about the pain of the punch and more distraught about my broken glasses.
"Now I am screwed," I mutter, anticipating another blow. This time, however, I decide not to be a passive recipient. As the burly man raises his hand to strike again, I brace myself for impact.
"PAH!"
Contrary to my expectations, the punch doesn't hit my face. Did the muscle head give up? Opening my eyes, I find a tall, slender guy my age holding the burly man's hand mere inches away from my face. He has night-black hair, an oval-shaped face, overly grown eyebrows, and tiny dots on his face, giving him a mysterious air.
"Knock it off, Nando," the slender guy commands with an expressionless face while maintaining his hold on Nando's fist.
"What are you saying, Ban? This piece of shit assaulted the team leader," Nando pleads with a scrunched-up face as if he's about to cry. It looks like the slender guy is squeezing Nando's hand, controlling the situation.
"Nando, you really want to test my patience, huh?" Ban asks with an evil expression. Nando's cry of pain rings out as Ban forces him to his knees, causing me to drop to the ground in the process.
Breaking free from the muscle head, I attempt to run, but a hand forcefully presses on my shoulders.
"Not even a thank you?" a voice asks, making me realize that the slender guy is the one holding me back, adding another layer to the unfolding chaos.
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