A vein popped in Ethan's head when he heard 'trash', at least the others were considerate enough to call him either a 'mage failure' or look at him with just the pity.
The girl, as if noticing what Ethan was thinking about, looked at Ethan with a new smirk.
"Get used to being called that, trash. You gotta know and remember what you are so that others don't hurt you. Take it from us experienced trash folks." She stated while showing a finger at the back toward Garrick, who kept smiling at her.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Ethan asked, after knowing he was going to be given a place to stay at. He couldn't help but just find out and go there to stabilize his mind.
The girl understood and nodded before moving toward the opposite Ethan at the reception.
"What I got is you have an F-rank skill, which made you shift to the frontier development department. With your stats in mind, it will be okay to send you to the labour force before knowing what you are capable of." She spoke after scribbling some stuff on a paper.
Ethan saw her put that paper inside a small machine-like thing where the paper was taken in, and the next minute, a small card popped out of the machine's top with a 'pop' sound.
The girl took it out and with the other hand, passed a small dagger from the side of the table to Ethan, who looked at it frozen.
"Haven't used a knife before, big boy? Here, I will cut your finger for you." The girl only chuckled and kept the card down before grabbing Ethan's hand and slashing at his fingertip before he could even realize.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ethan shouted while looking at his fingertip, which was bleeding now.
"Here, here, big boy. Give me that blood," The girl hummed and pressed the bloody fingertip to the card's bottom right corner before pulling it back and loosening the grip on Ethan's hand.
Ethan jerked it out of her at the last minute and held the fingertip where the blood came out.
"You could have told me if you needed the blood; there was no point in such a big and deep wound," Ethan said in annoyance.
"I can't believe you forgot he doesn't have pain resistance yet, Lira." Garrick stated and came toward Ethan before putting a bandage-looking thing on his wound.
Ethan saw it stuck to the wound pretty tightly and nodded in thanks toward Garrick.
"Oh, my bad. I thought he wouldn't be able to do it on his own." The girl spoke with little interest this time and moved the blood-spotted card inside the machine again before it came out with a thick lamination on it.
"This is your identity in this faction. Now you have been allotted to the 80th number room as your temporary sleeping spot before you are drafted out."
"Your guidebook is waiting in your room," The girl finished speaking and gave the card back to Ethan before moving out of the reception.
Ethan saw her leave the lobby, leaving only Garrick and him alone again.
"Get some rest, man, you will start vomiting in a while, and you don't want people around for that."
Ethan didn't know what to think about that, but he knew one thing, staying with Garrick anymore was only going to be bad news.
So he soon bid farewell to Garrick and started moving toward the only stairs to the left of the lobby.
Only after moving from one floor to the next did Ethan realize just how long a single floor's stairs were, which felt ridiculous.
There were only 10 rooms on each floor, which unfortunately meant his was on the eighth floor.
Ethan felt ridiculous after not complaining to the girl, who he didn't even remember the name of now, about how he was given a room on the eighth floor.
After 3 minutes of constant climbing up the stairs, Ethan only saw one person out in one of the corridors, who plain out ignored him.
But being indifferent about this type of situation now, he hurried and finally reached the eighth floor, where he saw his room's door for the first time.
Ethan saw the number '80' at the top of the door and opened it with a sigh.
"Finally." He stated while entering the room, yet froze when he saw the interior.
He had not considered the room to be big, but to be this small was just a crime.
The room had at most only ten to eleven steps of walking space with a single bed in the middle and a table-chair at the corner.
The room felt like a student's dorm room, only smaller.
Ethan closed the gate behind him and entered the room fully. When he looked at the bed, he could not help but feel a sense of exhaustion welling over him.
So he finally sat down butt-first on the bed, only to be a little satisfied that it was at least soft.
There was a big window at the outside-facing wall, yet there was no curtain to stop the light from coming in.
Ethan could already feel just how much of a pain in the ass this could become in the future.
His eyes went to that one table and small chair in the room, and it was then that Ethan finally saw a small few-page-worth book.
He quickly stretched his body and grabbed the book while still sitting.
The book was made with crude paper, and even the cover felt like it was made of just normal paper.
There were words 'Guide for the Newly Arrived' in the center of the front page.
Ethan couldn't help but feel excited about finally getting the book. This was the one everyone told him he would get his answers from.
He opened the first page only to freeze as the first line itself was crazy.
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Congratulations! You have died to enter this beautiful world!
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