Walking out of the building, the group of four headed towards an inn. It was slightly packed with all sorts of people. A couple of females just hanging in a group, with one gripping their sword, threatening those who stare at them, another group of men and women who were getting drunk, and much more.

“Oi, the captain’s here!” “Shut up you imbecile, don’t you know to be quiet in front of him,” one after another many people slowly went quiet as whispers passed around. “Who is he, boss?” “Dummy, I’ll tell you later, just don’t talk for now and drink quietly.”

“Chrisel, you sure are popular huh…” Yuu commented on seeing how silent and dead the inn is.

The captain sighed and spoke up in the inn with a deadpan voice, “No need to worry about me being here. Even if you yell and scream with joy, as long as no crimes are being committed, just do what you want.”

Despite these words, only a few dared to actually talk to their companions or friends, but they just did it in a light voice, not daring to speak too loud. If no one dared to talk loudly, no one else would follow.

Seeing how Yuu was confused on why the captain was so feared, Kebfa told him in a low voice, “Captain comes from a high-ranked noble family and they recently had a situation where they decapitated a lot of people, hence why people are fearing him, not due to Captain being scary, but his family.”

“Hmm, I can’t imagine Chrisel being scary, he’s too much of a nice old man.”

“O-old man…” Chrisel almost fell down after hearing that. Little did Yuu know, age was one of the things that picked on him, like a lady who wants to always stay young.

Almost losing his balance, he coughed, “Anyways let’s depart. You can stay here for a few days. Ask the innkeeper for direction and make sure to use the map. Since you can’t read and write just leave it to someone at the desk. Also, make sure to stay here, we don’t know if we will need you for getting the bandits, depending on if our troops can actually find it.”

Just as Chrisel was leaving he reminded Yuu, “Make sure to register your slime too, and give it a name.”

Seeing the three leave he went towards the innkeeper and asked for a room. Seeing how he was close to the captain, the innkeeper replied enthusiastically, even giving him a slight discount if he stayed for a couple of weeks. Knowing he wasn’t going to be owning a house anytime soon, he nodded and gave him a slightly oval-shaped coin.

The oval coin was the general currency used in the kingdom and in most territories on this continent. He obtained a decently large bag of them, enough to last a few months if he lived frugally, at least according to Chrisel. This made the people around eye him but they took no action due to his relationship with the captain.

Walking up to his room, he stretched and pondered on what happened. Even though he was mostly calm through the day, in reality, he was scared, nervous, and weirdly excited. A new world where all his acquaintances, friends, family, and more are all gone. At least according to Chrisel and Bedgard, there were no cases of a Crosser returning. At least no known ones.

“Besides missing everyone back on Earth, there's no access to phones or a computer... He said that it isn't hell living here, but I won't be able to showers anymore! Though, I'm weirdly excited for this..." Despite him being homesick, his heart was stuck in a weird state. One side missed Earth, but the other side wanted to live a new life, one with magic, dragons, and more.

While there were no perks to being in a new world; no advantage in a field, or some special otherworldly luck, Crossers had the ability to communicate with others in the general tongue. The language that everyone on this continent speaks, or at least the races that actively communicate with the world. "It honestly feels like I'm in an isekai story or something... this is a strange feeling.”

While he thought, he sighed due to his situation. Feeling a nudge, he looked down and saw the slime staring at him. He realized that he was just standing there with a blank dead face. Settling the slime down, he sat on the bed, feeling for how it would be. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t feel great, causing his back to slightly ache as it only felt slightly more comfortable than sleeping on the floor.

Not wanting to sleep now, he got up and stared at the slime, “Hey, what do you want to be called?”

The slime turned its jelly head to the side like a dog, showing confusion. “Everyone has a name to identify themself, so… Bebe? Ow-” he felt the slime hit his leg, which made his leg feel a bit of pain despite the slime’s squishy body.

“Debby, ow- Larry, ow- Lucky! Ow-” As he named suggestions, he kept getting hit. While the slime didn’t seem to fully understand the concept of names, it certainly didn’t like the ones being given.

“Fine fine, let’s try a more feminine name, “Leah.” The slime didn’t hit him but instead stayed still. “Seriously… Bob- ow, ok ok!” Yuu rubbed his leg, feeling an intense stare from the slime.

“So, does Leah fit?” “Hrm!” It jumped while making a cute noise. “Alright! No more getting hit- I mean, let’s register it tomorrow. We mind as well head towards the guild and see what’s up.”

As he finished unpacking the things out of his bag, he laid on the bed, feeling his bones pressing against the hard cold blankets while his eyes stared at the dim ceiling, where a bit of light seeped in from the windows due to the setting sun and the lights coming from the travelers outside.

He saw the slime lay next to him, melting in the process. Thinking about it, the slime felt like a cat but… a slime and it felt more sentient since it can respond to him with ease. He didn’t know whether to see it as a pet or companion, though probably the latter.

As the moon shone in the breezing city, it slowly descended before the warmth of the sun shined on the world. Waking up and getting ready, he picked up the sleeping slime and ate before opening the map he was given before heading to the guild.

Upon entering, he saw a scene that he had always imagined. A big hall with many fierce adventurers, counters with female workers helping and dealing with tasks, tables where many sat and chatted, and many other stereotypical aspects that appeared in novels and shows.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The employee gave out a gentle smile.

Bringing down Leah from his head, he held it in his arms, “I was told to register my slime here and that I should apply as an adventurer while I do it.”

“Okay, hold on, let me bring out some paperwork,” getting up from her desk and grabbing some papers, she asked him a question before placing the papers on the counter, “Do you know how to read or write? I could just write it down for you if you do not.”

Telling her how he did not, the employee began explaining to him the procedure to register Leah and what he needed to know. After spending a good amount of time jotting down information, she grabbed a weirdly shaped stamp and plopped it on the paper before giving it to a male coworker.

Grabbing a shorter, and lesser-quality paper, she started to ask him questions regarding his experiences and abilities. “How well can you fight and what monsters have you hunted?”

“Uh… I’ve killed a goblin before, but it was injured. Truthfully, my combat experience is not too good,” he wryly smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed telling her this, but lying wouldn’t do much since he most likely would’ve been tested.

“What about Alchemy, knowing about a vast amount of plant-life, ore, being an explorer or any other profession or skill?”

“N-no…”

“So… what can you do? And who recommended you to the guild?”

“I can’t really do much,” leaning in closer, he lowered his voice, “to tell you the truth, I'm a Crosser, and I was recommended by Chrisel, Kebfa, and Bedgard.” Even though being a Crosser didn’t make one a saint or the devil, nor did most people care besides hearing the stories of the Crosser, it was a really rare title, making it give someone unnecessary attention. Luckily, the three guards confirmed to him yesterday that it was safe to tell others as it held no harm in this kingdom.

Pausing for a few seconds, she dragged out a heavy tablet, making her huff as she was almost out of breath, an obvious tell that she rarely took this tablet out. “Could you place your hand on here and say that again. We don’t have a magician available to tell if you’re telling the truth so we have to use this old tablet.”

Repeating the same words he said before, the tablet did not show any signs of activity, causing the woman behind the counter to be shocked. “I really didn’t expect that even though you told me. Even though I have to tell the higher-ups, I can help make it a more secretive information, so no worries about that. Might help stave away unwanted attention and creeps. Anyways, I’ll help register you for some classes to start you off, though it will cost money if you have any.”