I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

Red ran through the streets, attracting curious glances from passersby.

Reed had already removed the bandages and mask; he mainly kept wearing them because they were somewhat conspicuous.

I've only been here a few days, and I haven't even learned half of what this world is like.

Before he understood the world, Red wouldn't reveal some of his accessories.

As for why he ran, it was because he had just glanced back at the gatekeeper.

I noticed that the security guard simply handed the job over to another security guard and walked off somewhere else.

Reed sensed something was wrong with the doorman and wanted to take him back.

So when Reed saw this, he sped up and ran, but he couldn't control his speed at the start.

I almost ran faster than a horse, but after some careful adjustments, I finally reached a normal human speed.

It seems the security guard didn't chase after us, otherwise we would have been in big trouble.

Did anyone see that speed just now? If they did, they'll say it was magic.

I didn't even wear any jewelry, how could you be so fast?

I hadn't noticed it before, since I was running around the company all day...

Reed muttered to himself as he ran, then looked back and realized the other person wasn't chasing him.

He stopped and pretended to catch his breath.

"Sigh, let me see what's so interesting about this town."

Reed stopped and looked around.

Typical anime style: roof tiles, brick walls, ground paths, wood, flags fluttering in the wind, plants climbing the walls, and small shops with stalls.

The pedestrians were all dressed differently; some were clearly warriors or mages.

Perhaps because it was market day, the whole town was exceptionally lively.

Various hawking cries and the sounds of conversation among the crowd.

Various shops and buildings nearby

The town gate was connected to a high stone wall, on which archers and flags were displayed.

The flag is blue, with a figure in the center wearing armor holding a holy sword in both hands.

"This flag represents the country, right? You should learn about it sometime."

"The thing to do now is to solve today's breakfast."

Reed touched his stomach and knew what to do next.

Let's walk around and see what good food we can find.

Although he did smell many fragrances along the way, Reed looked around curiously.

As Reed walked along, he came across a small shop selling roast duck.

"Wow, it smells so good! Is this roast duck?"

Reed walked forward and found that there were still many people buying roast duck.

The owner chopped up the roast duck while packing it up and handing it to the customer.

He picked up a towel from the side and wiped the sweat from his brow, then washed his hands in a bucket of water behind him before continuing to chop.

Reed had never bought roast duck before, so he didn't know how to buy it.

So he decided to stand aside and watch how others bought it. After watching for a while, Reed also figured it out.

Go forward and ask the boss

How much is half a roast duck?

"35 coins!" the shopkeeper replied.

Reed had been watching the customer pay and had a rough idea of ​​how much it was.

"Then give me half a roast duck! Here's the money."

Red took three large seashells and five small seashells out of his pocket and handed them to the shopkeeper.

The owner reached out and took it, then a few seconds later packed half of the roast duck back up and handed it to Reed.

After taking it, Reed walked back to the street and started munching on it as he went.

Passersby stared at Red with curiosity and astonishment. Seeing him wolf down the roast duck, they thought this was the only meal he'd ever eaten in his life.

Some people covered their mouths and laughed when they saw it, while others thought the person was crazy.

Reed held the roast duck in both hands and started gnawing on it.

His mouth was covered in oil as he ate, but Reed didn't care; it was delicious anyway.

I'd never eaten this stuff before when I lived in that valley. I'd heard it was something only the rich people in the village ate every day.

I didn't expect it to be so cheap here, I'm going to eat as much as I want!

The skin of the roast duck is so crispy that it makes a crunching sound when you bite into it; some people are already salivating just looking at it.

"Don't litter! Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Reed was surprised because the voice was directed at him, and he turned around to look.

Two men in blue cloth armor were pointing at him from behind.

The man then said, "Sir, please don't litter." He then pointed with his thumb to the various duck bones on the ground.

Reed's brain had been relaxed, and he was still a little sluggish when someone called him.

Red's brain was rapidly rebooting, and after another ten seconds or so of this, Red finally succeeded in rebooting.

The two men, clad in deep blue cloth armor, seeing that the other party remained motionless, assumed they were feigning ignorance and prepared to approach and continue their warning.

After regaining his senses, Reed, carrying the roast duck, said, "Ah... I'm sorry, I haven't been here long and I don't know the rules."

My anger lessened a bit after seeing that the other person finally spoke.

"Then let me tell you the rules: no littering, no attacking people, and absolutely no causing trouble here. Do you understand?!"

Reed nodded, indicating that he understood.

The two men sighed and looked again at the duck bones scattered on the ground.

Looking back at Reed, who was now back to eating roast duck, she suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Damn it! These duck bones all over the floor are going to cost me my wages!

They're just making things worse by continuing to eat it!

Thinking of these men, he drew the hilt of his knife and nudged Reid.

"Hey! You created this trash yourself, so you clean it up yourself! Throw it in that trash can over there." The man then pointed to a closed, square wooden trash can next to him.

"I'll be back to check later! If I find out you ran away, you're in big trouble!"

"To prevent escape, show me your information paper."

Reed didn't care, as for the trash on the ground...

I didn't want to cause trouble, so I just ran away. Anyway, I don't know much about this world yet, so I'll just be a law-abiding citizen for now.

Reed took another bite of roast duck and nodded.

He then reached out to take the parchment, but suddenly realized his hands were covered in oil.

He wanted to take it but didn't want to; the man saw this and covered his forehead.

"where is it?"

"On top of this one, in this pocket."

The man stepped forward, reached into Red's pocket, found the parchment, and examined it from both sides.

But the more the man looked, the stranger it seemed. He glanced at the profile picture on the note, then at Reed's face.

Why does the photo on the newsletter seem different from yours?

Reed paused for a second while gnawing on the roast duck, his heart pounding.

Oh no! I completely forgot about this! And the other party looks like law enforcement officers.

Reed, his face unchanged, continued gnawing on his roast duck and calmly replied...

"It must have been a while, anyway, that's what other people said after seeing it."

Reed spoke without a care, his expression remaining unchanged.

The man's initial suspicion subsided.

That makes sense; if it were truly fake, he wouldn't even be able to get past the security guard.

Furthermore, the security guards there are very serious about their work, so they shouldn't make any mistakes.

Thinking about these men, he didn't care anymore. He glanced at the information sheet a few times and returned it to Reid.

After the man left, he warned Reed, who responded with a sound.

Finally, he walked over to the street vendors and sat down on the ground.

There was also an older woman selling fruits and vegetables nearby.

After a while, Reed finally finished eating, while the older woman next to him watched Reed's mukbang (eating broadcast).

It looks so delicious it almost makes my mouth water.

Red threw the bone he was holding into the trash can, then looked at the grease on his hands.

Where can I find water to wash my hands?

I looked around Reed Street to see if there was a water tap.

Unfortunately, there wasn't one, but then I thought about how in this day and age, there couldn't possibly be a water tap, so I gave up.

But the slippery feeling on his hands was really uncomfortable, so Reed restarted his rarely used brain.

Then a thought struck me! I've got it!

"Yes, I happen to have some on me..."

Reed carefully unwrapped the leather coat and pulled out endorphins from the pocket!

"There's no water right now, so I'll just have to rinse my hands with this endorphin."

The endorphins that Reed produced were not ordinary endorphins.

It was developed by Netzach, the head of the Security Department! Endorphin drink!

This stuff makes you feel refreshed after just one sip! But like drugs, it has side effects.

Since it's a beverage, it must be a fluid like water.

Reed took out a bottle of endorphins, unscrewed the cap, poured the liquid into his hands, and rubbed it together.

The bottle of enkephalin was quickly finished, but my hands were clean by then.

Anyway, washing with it is no different from washing with regular water, except that it's green.

Reed shook the water off his hands and prepared to go back and clean up the bones on the floor.

Passersby were curious about what the liquid pouring from the strange-looking bottle in Reed's hand was.

But nobody wanted to touch it, since it looked dirty.