It was an idyllic scene – a bright blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds, fresh green grass below my feet, scattered trees shading me.
I realised I could see all this clearly, even though I couldn't feel my gsses resting on my face. I confirmed this with my hands. No gsses.
At least there was one thing to celebrate.
Not far away stood a young man, with a pair of long legs and a strong, but not overly muscur build. Brows furrowed, he scanned the trees, arms folded. His clothing consisted of a simple tunic and pants, but when he turned to look at me, his eyes were a startling electric blue under his dark hair. There was a faint scar across his right eyebrow, and a hint of something on his neck, a tattoo, but I couldn’t see it clearly from where I was.
He looked aloof, assured, powerful, like a protagonist in a webcomic.
Huh, nice cheekbones, I thought.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing the simple undyed robe of an acolyte, and when I reached up to touch my hair, it was shoulder-length and blonde. At least my (well, my avatar’s) looks wouldn’t entirely lose out to his.
“… Hi,” I said to my new acquaintance. “Han… Sung-hyuk was it? Is that your real name, or…?”
He looked at me, but said nothing.
I tried again. “Um… do you know where we are?”
“In the game, I assume.” His voice was low and reluctant, and there was an accent, but I couldn't pce it. Still, I could understand what he was saying, although I weirdly I couldn’t tell what nguage he was speaking in.
“No idea why we're here?”
“Obviously not.”
Huh. He was just as terse as a typical webcomic protagonist too. At least I had determined that we were in the same situation. I began to look around, but there was nothing about the open forest, the grass, or the sky, that told me anything.
A text box suddenly popped up before me.
Does being physically transported into the game count as an issue? How do I lodge a ticket from inside the game? Let me compin to the management!
“Lodge ticket.”
Nothing happened.
A small triangle blinked at the bottom of the screen. I automatically reached out for it, and although my hand simply passed through, the text changed.
I looked over at the young man. His expression was cold, and he jabbed the thin air in front of him.
I don't know, maybe because he seems kind of antisocial?
At least I knew now that the text boxes were not visible to others. I kept reading.
Open Inventory? How?
"Inventory?" I said aloud. Intuitive enough. A new screen appeared, divided into little boxes, some of which were filled. A simple spear, a small round shield, a fsk of water, and a loaf of bread sat there. A fifth box showed a glowing question mark. I reached for it, and three items appeared.
