Life in Another World

Ye Chuan first went to the blacksmith shop to deliver coal.

The boss originally thought this frail-looking young man would need to make several trips. Unexpectedly, Ye Chuan hoisted the several-hundred-pound coal bags right onto his shoulder and carried them to the backyard in a single trip, without even breaking a sweat or breathing heavily.

"Young man, you've got quite the strength." The boss was very surprised; with such strength, why was Ye Chuan doing this kind of manual labor?

Wouldn't it be better to go hunt magical beasts?

"Ah... I am a bit strong," Ye Chuan responded with a smile.

"Why don't you go hunt monsters?"

"Ah... hunting monsters, that's a bit too far out of reach for me right now," Ye Chuan said.

He felt that a person should be grounded and work hard step by step.

Besides, he was empty-handed and didn't know how to do anything. It was better to develop safely and steadily.

Although the boss felt there was something indescribably strange about Ye Chuan, he didn't say much more. After all, the commission was completed.

Next was helping someone clean an attic.

The attic had accumulated over ten years of dust and was piled high with clutter. The client, an old lady, originally thought it would take a whole day to clean. However, Ye Chuan was quick and agile, quickly tidying up the attic until it was spotless, even wiping the windows until they gleamed.

The old lady was so happy that she gave him an extra silver coin and stuffed a freshly baked wheat cake into his hands.

The rat-catching task was even easier.

Ye Chuan followed the sounds to the rat holes. With quick eyes and fast hands, he caught three fat rats in a few swift moves, without even needing to use a mousetrap.

Before the afternoon even arrived, all three errand quests were completely finished.

At this rate, he would soon earn enough money to treat Angelina's legs.

"If I just keep living like this, it actually seems pretty good. I just don't know if my amnesia can be cured," Ye Chuan pondered.

It probably could be.

This world had magic, after all.

If he could recover from his amnesia, then everything would be fine once he remembered.

The last task was to go outside the town and gather ten stalks of hemostatic grass.

Following the directions of the passersby, Ye Chuan walked out of the south gate of Yisu Town.

The scenery outside the town was completely different from inside.

An endless expanse of green meadows connected to the low mountain forests in the distance. A gentle breeze blew past, stirring up layers of green waves, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fresh grass and wildflowers.

It was said that the monsters here had long been mostly cleared out by adventurers. Only a few of the lowest-level slimes remained, which couldn't hurt anyone at all.

Ye Chuan followed a small path to the edge of the mountain forest. Soon, he found several stalks of hemostatic grass with serrated leaves and small pale purple flowers.

He carefully uprooted the herbs and placed them in his breast pocket.

Just as he picked the eighth stalk and was preparing to walk deeper in, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of white behind some nearby bushes.

"Hmm?"

He parted the dense bushes and walked over.

In a secluded hollow, lay a long-weathered corpse.

The clothes on the corpse had long since rotted into strips of cloth, leaving only a white skeleton. Scattered nearby were a tattered leather bag and a rust-covered iron sword.

The blade of the iron sword had several deep chips, and the hilt was heavily worn, but the blade still emitted a faint cold gleam. It was clear that it had once been a decent weapon.

Ye Chuan crouched down and looked carefully, but found nothing that could prove the person's identity. It was likely some unlucky adventurer who met with an accident here, leaving no one to even collect their bones.

"To just die out in the wild like that..."

"Life really is fragile."

He sighed, seemingly feeling a bit of pity that the person's corpse had been exposed to the wilderness.

He himself would probably die in this alternate world, too.

"..."

Seemingly moved by compassion, Ye Chuan silently spent quite a bit of time digging a dirt pit. He then placed the white bones inside and piled up a small earthen grave.

"Although I don't know who you are, since we crossed paths, let me lay you to rest... I hope your soul can find its way home."

Ye Chuan picked up the iron sword. "I'll take this sword as my reward, is that alright?"

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes."

The wind blew across the grave.

There was no reply.

"Alright, as long as you agree."

He happened to be without a weapon right now. Though this sword was a bit old, it was still better than being bare-handed.

Ye Chuan swung the sword; it felt pretty good in his hand.

With a weapon, Ye Chuan grew quite a bit bolder.

He remembered the slimes the passersby had mentioned earlier. Feeling a bit curious, he wanted to test out what his actual strength was like.

He hadn't walked far into the mountain forest before he saw a few slimes, looking like blobs of mud, squirming on the ground.

"Monsters, huh... they really are creepy."

Ye Chuan gripped the iron sword tightly and made a few practice swings, seeming to study the angle of attack.

After mentally preparing himself, Ye Chuan took a deep breath and charged at the slime closest to him.

He originally thought it would take some effort. Unexpectedly, the moment the iron sword swung down, the slime burst like a balloon, turning into a puddle of green liquid and leaving behind a small, transparent magic core.

Ye Chuan was stunned.

It was that easy?

He looked at the other slimes nearby and swung his sword at them.

After a few soft sounds, all the slimes were slain, leaving several sparkling magic cores on the ground.

Ye Chuan looked at the iron sword in his hand, then at the magic cores on the ground, his face full of bewilderment.

"Am I actually this strong?" he muttered to himself. "I thought I'd have to fight for ages."

"No... it's just that these monsters are too weak. If they were strong, the adventurers wouldn't have just left them alone." Ye Chuan snapped back to reality.

What he didn't know was that even a Tier 1 warrior would need to spend some time dealing with these lowest-level slimes.

Meanwhile, the casual sword strike he just made seemed ordinary, but it actually contained a trace of chaotic power that even he hadn't noticed. Slaying these low-level monsters was naturally as easy as flipping his hand.

Ye Chuan picked up all the magic cores on the ground and put them in his pocket.

He knew that monster materials could be sold for money. Even though they were the lowest-level slime magic cores, they would add up to a decent income.

After gathering enough of the ten hemostatic grasses, Ye Chuan conveniently slashed over a dozen more slimes, harvesting a large handful of magic cores before heading back, completely satisfied.

...

By the time he returned to the Adventurer's Guild, it was already evening.

The hall was even more bustling than during the day. Adventurers sat around the tables, drinking, eating meat, and sharing their adventuring experiences from the day.

Ye Chuan walked up to the front desk and placed the four quest sheets and the gathered hemostatic grass on the counter.

"Hello, I'm here to turn in my quests."

The short-haired girl at the front desk looked up. Seeing the quest sheets in Ye Chuan's hand, she paused in surprise. "You... you finished all four of these quests in a single day?"

She had originally thought that this rookie, who didn't even know his own power level, would be doing well to finish one or two quests. She never expected him to complete all of them in one day.

"Yeah, they're all done," Ye Chuan nodded.

The girl inspected the hemostatic grass. After confirming everything was correct, she took out the money and began settling the payment. In the end, Ye Chuan's earnings amounted to over a dozen silver coins.

"Oh right, can these be sold for money?" Ye Chuan took the slime magic cores out of his pocket and placed them on the counter.

The girl took a glance and nodded. "We can. Low-level slime cores are three silver coins each."

Three silver coins?

"Huh." Ye Chuan really hadn't expected these little things to fetch such a good price.

This was way more profitable than taking on regular commissions.

No wonder people said that hunting monsters was the only way to make real money.