Following Aerin down the bustling streets of Landton City, I couldn’t shake the feeling that every pair of eyes was fixed on us. No—fixed on *me*.

*[Aerin, can we just hurry up and buy me some clothes??]*

I leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

*[After I turn in my guild quest. Besides, do you even have money??]*

Aerin’s face twisted, fighting back a laugh.

Though the clothes were borrowed, my hand instinctively patted my empty pockets.

*[No………]*

Not a single coin to my name.

*[Then behave and wait.]*

Aerin quickened her pace.

Soon, we stood before a grand building. The script above the entrance was unfamiliar, yet somehow readable:

*[Landton City Adventurers’ Guild]*

I murmured the words aloud.

*[This is it. Come inside with me.]*

Aerin strode in, and I trailed behind.

The moment I stepped into the guild hall, regret hit me. Every adventurer’s gaze turned strange—sharp with mockery. I hurried after Aerin to the front desk.

*[Yo~ Aerin~ Where’d you dig up this cross-dressing freak?]*

*[Holy shit—it’s not just two sizes too small! It’s a damn dress!!!]*

Now I understood their laughter.

*[Bandits stripped him bare in the forest. I lent him my old clothes… though I’ve no idea how he squeezed into them. HAHAHA—I can’t breathe!]*

Aerin burst into giggles, hammering the desk.

*[Screw this—I’m not wearing it!]*

I yanked off the dress and trousers.

*[DON’T!!!]*

*[AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH PERVERT!!!!]*

Female adventurers shrieked.

*[SHUT IT! Isn’t cross-dressing perverted too?!]*

What twisted logic is this?!

*[Put it back on before the guards haul you away.]*

Aerin tried shoving the clothes at me.

*[No way! I won’t parade around town in a dress two sizes too small…]*

I shoved the fabric back at her.

*[Would you wear it if it fit?]*

*[Like hell I would!!! Just get me normal clothes!]*

I snatched the bundle and dumped it on the counter.

*[GUARDS! THAT’S THE MAN!!!]*

A mage-like woman stormed in, flanked by soldiers.

*Shit! Are they really dragging me in for interrogation?!*

*[WAIT! I have an explanation! Listen to me—DON’T DRAG ME OFF!!!]*

No chance to even speak?

*[Pfft…………………]*

Aerin’s muffled laughter echoed behind me.

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*[So you don’t even remember how the bandits robbed you?]*

The guard clerk tapped his quill, taking my statement.

*[Yes. I’m penniless and only know that blonde woman in this city.]*

I told him everything since waking up.

*[No choice then. Let’s register your details first. We’ll issue a citizen card later.]*

He slid a pen toward me.

*[Name is… ………]*

Real name or gamer tag?

*[Forgot your own name? At least you remember your gender, right?]*

The guard stared like I was an idiot.

*[N-no… Just haven’t held a pen in ages. My hand forgot the strokes.]*

I scrambled to explain.

**Name: Pupil**

**Gender: Male**

I wrote in the strange script.

*[Pupil? Uncommon name. We’ll fetch Aerin soon. Put these on and wait in the side room.]*

He handed me threadbare clothes.

*[Fine…………]*

I trudged to the cramped room. A rickety stool and table were the only furniture. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the stool. Half a day since this bizarre transmigration—I’d learned only this wasn’t Arad Continent, but Aismode. And I could see others’ stats and maps. Peeking through the door crack, I focused on the clerk:

**Name: Dore**

**Level: 10**

**Occupation: Landton City Guard**

**Gear:**

Guard Standard Leather Tunic

Guard Standard Leggings

Guard Standard Pauldrons

Guard Standard Belt

Guard Standard Boots

Guard Standard Shortsword

*[Need something?]*

Dore caught me spying.

*[N-no! Just checking if Aerin’s here yet.]*

*[Patience. We just sent for her.]*

He gave a friendly smile.

*[Thanks!]*

I slammed the door shut. Dore’s stats still hovered in my vision. *If I can see others… can I see myself?* Instantly, my own panel flickered:

**Name: Forbidden Pupil**

**Level: 200**

**Occupation: Unrestricted**

**Gear:**

Guard-Issued Overcoat

Guard-Issued Trousers

*[What the hell are these stats and gear?!]*

I blurted it out.

*[Trouble?]*

Dore knocked urgently.

*[N-nothing! Just saw a rat scurry by!]*

*[Common here. Hang tight.]*

His footsteps faded.

I rechecked my panel. *Unrestricted class?* My game data had carried over. *Could my inventory…?* A backpack tab materialized. Every item from my old account remained.

*Yes! This is how transmigration should be!*

Pure joy flooded me—for the first time since arriving. But how to retrieve items? I focused on one piece of gear. Its details appeared:

**+16 King’s Glory**

**Type: Greatsword**

**Attribute Strength +399**

**Deals +50% Bonus Damage on Hit**

**20% Chance to Drain 2/3 HP from Target (Bosses Included)**

My endgame weapon—dropped from a rare raid boss right before server shutdown. My friend had chased me for three days demanding red packets after my lucky pull.

Nostalgia faded. I stared hard at the greatsword and silently commanded: *[Equip.]*

A golden greatsword shimmering with white light materialized in my grip.

*[Whoa… Feels completely different in hand.]*

The instant my fingers closed around the hilt, every swordmaster technique flooded my mind—ready to unleash.

*[PUPIL!!! Aerin’s here! Come out!!!]*

Dore’s voice cut through the door.

*[C-coming!*

How to hide this?! Stashing it under clothes was impossible.

*[Hurry up! How long are you hiding in there?!]*

Aerin’s impatient shout followed.

*[J-just a sec!]*

*[Hiding? Are you in there… doing… that…?]*

Disgust dripped from her voice.

*[Masturbating??]*

The words slipped out.

*[YOU PERVERT!]*

Her kick sent me crashing into the wall.

*[Take your lover’s quarrel outside.]*

Dore sounded thoroughly done.

*[L-lover’s quarrel?! He’s just a pervert!]*

Aerin stormed off, face crimson.

*[I’m innocent…………]*

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*[Finally out!!!]*

I stretched under the moonlit sky.

*[Half my fault you got arrested. You’ve clothes now. I’ll pay for one night at an inn… just one night! I’m only a Silver-rank adventurer—broke as they come. From tomorrow, you fend for yourself.]*

Aerin stressed the "*one night*" part.

*[Shouldn’t I stay at your place?]*

Standard plot progression: cohabitation → slow-burn romance.

*[WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, YOU PERVERT?!]*

She crushed my fantasy instantly.

*[How could a decent girl house a pervert like you?!]*

Flawless logic.

*[Fine… but how do I earn money here?]*

*[Easy. You’re built. Sign up as a Bronze adventurer—odd jobs’ll keep you fed.]*

She puffed up, radiating veteran pride.

*[Adventurer…?]*

In games, adventurers gathered intel fast. And with my level… maybe I’d leap to the top ranks like some skeletal overlord.

*[Not interested?]*

*[No… just excited.]*

*[Weirdo. Inn’s here. Second floor, left room. Keys. Return the deposit tomorrow.]*

She thrust a key at me.

*[Meet at the guild tomorrow? 10 a.m.?]*

*[Don’t be late.]*

She turned and vanished into the night.

Such a tsundere. So eager to help, yet acting so put-upon. Smiling, I entered my room. Lying on the soft bed, I projected my backpack. Every item—and even my untouched warehouse—appeared intact. *Where is this warehouse stored?* No matter. It worked. Scrolling to the currency tab, my eyes widened.

*[HOLY SHIT!!]*

[1.3 billion gold coins!!]

I muttered softly in surprise. Startled, I mentally commanded "Withdraw." A pop-up window instantly appeared before my eyes, asking how much to take out. I paused, then decided on 10 gold coins first. A coin purse materialized in my hand, filled with glittering golden coins. I didn’t know their exact worth, but this had to be a small fortune.

[If only I’d enjoyed myself first.]

No, no! I still hadn’t figured out how I got transported here. If I just indulged now, I’d probably end up with a bad ending. I quickly crushed that thought.

[Since equipment and money carried over, could outfits also…]

Suddenly, the outfits tab popped up before me. I checked—it held every single one of my game outfits.

Staring at the overflowing tab, only one thought filled my mind.

[What the hell did I suffer all that for?!?!?!?!?!?!]