I couldn’t believe this guy that I’m from another world… but something was off so I heard him out.

“My name is Eric, I’m from England.” I introduced myself before we started talking about “this world”

“Po Tae, from Korea. I’m also from earth… What's so funny?” Asked Tae as he saw my face.

I couldn’t resist so I said “Po! They named you after a panda?!” and laughed.

“That is my surname…”

“Ok… ok… Huh… So Tae, what do you mean that I’m in another world?”

“... Like I said. You’re not on earth, you’re in Midgard, one of the nine realms of Norse. This world is ruled by gods that we only know from mythology on earth. Were you in a situation close to death?”

“Yeah, I was falling from a bridge…” I was explaining what happened and ate my berries but Tae was shocked once again so I replied “What?”

“You know that… those are poisonous?”

“They are? Huh… Well, I ate them for three days.”

“Yeah… about this world… when you die there is a chance that god will drag you here and there is also a chance that he will give you a blessing… like a buff in video games…”

“So I was blessed? With poison resistance? ...I was going to complain about useless ability but if not for it I wouldn’t be alive...”

“Have you looked at your forearm yet?”

“Yeah… I think?”

I pulled up my sleeve and saw a green tattoo on my left forearm. I touched it, I scratched it and it was real.

“That is a proof of blessing… So how did you die? Just fell?”

“...Well… I fell… because I was… Drunk…”

“Uha… Now I get why Loki blessed you…”

“Like Lokie from the movies?”

“No… he is completely... different.”

“Oh… Wait! If you’re from earth too then were you blessed?”

“Yeah, I was.” Tae showed his tattoo it was also green but his lines were smother and field while mine was sharp and looked like it was a little torn.

“I was blessed by Frejr. My blessing lets me grow plants faster.”

“Now I understand what you mean by a new world… So how did you die that you were blessed by Frejr?”

“Well… I was helping a kitten in the crossroad but someone drove into me.”

“Ok… You’re not lying, right? Are you a prisoner or something?” I pointed to his chains as I said that.

“I’m… a slave… They will be looking for me!”

“Who?”

“Hakarl Clan! They pray for a Widar! God of revenge! So they will always look for their lost slaves!”

“Well… there were a few ships passing by…”

“Don’t tell me you give them some sort of sign that you’re here…”

“I used my phone’s flashlight!”

“... Well… I’m not sure how they would react to that… They may think that was a warning from a god… By the way, do you have any clothes? Wearing this would be suspicious…”

“I might have some…”

“What do you mean by might?”

I just left him without a word. I don’t know how he would feel wearing the clothes of dead people. Since he died by helping a kitten he might be… softie…