Before he moved from his spot, he summoned the stats to look over it… Unfortunately, it was the same as before… mostly.
He still had the weird class [Terror] he'd never heard before and had the [???] trait, but there was no longer an N/A next to items. It was now at the value of '2'! Unfortunately, he still didn't seem to be able to absorb essences.
Still… this just brought up more questions about his couple of hours spent as a monster… Why the hell wasn't he a monster anymore? He was thankful not to be a cretin like that any longer… but how?
How did his consciousness transfer into a Night Elf? Did the world, or whatever, always intend to transfer him into this body and just mess up?
Let alone…
'Who am I?'
At the moment, Peace had no means to find out this homeless elf's identity.
Knowing the people here probably didn't speak French and a compatriot had inexplicably left it on this Night Elf's body for someone to find, Peace tore up the 'Alea iacta est' and 'C'est la vie' message and left the shreds in the alleyway.
He'd much rather burn it, but the longer he stayed with the message, the more likely it would be found on him and possibly reveal he wasn't from there. And, from what he gathered, he was probably one of the 'body snatchers' those men were talking about…
He was a fabled Jinn…
While it wasn't his choice, Peace had taken over the life of a young Night Elf.
Peace didn't feel particularly good about that, but it didn't mean he wanted to go back to
Earth…
No matter how dangerous this place is, he had a damned hope and a mission here.
Still, this place was shaping up to be quite archaic and brutal. He'd already seen that firsthand, having witnessed four beheadings of his kind in the last four hours. Sights no modern man would be accustomed to. If it weren't for his short stint as a monster providing some shock therapy, he'd still be on the alley floor puking in revulsion at the sight.
Peace pulled the hood of the cloak over his head and fully exited into the busy street, trying his best not to bump into anyone.
Earlier, he'd looked up to the big clock tower and saw the purple ribbon signaling it was the day before the labyrinth would open. He didn't have long to prepare.
While he didn't need to enter the labyrinth, it was the only way for the jobless to get cash. And, unfortunately, he'd probably starve to death before he could even earn anything if he tried to go the traditional route and get a job.
Thankfully, alongside the note, he'd found twelve bronze coins… That should be enough to cover a loaf of bread, a crude weapon, and hopefully lodgings for the night.
Then, he could find a cohort to team up with. Going solo was tantamount to death after all… But with his experience, maybe he could manage.
It was a little hopeless aiming to enter the labyrinth with such weak preparation, but it was the only option he had other than living off trash and dying a dog's death, unable to pay the tallage.
'There's no reward without risk.'
Of course, if he made enough money to live until he could find a job, then maybe he could live peacefully here. But that's something he didn't have the liberty to decide at the moment.
Wandering aimlessly through the streets, Peace slowly began recognizing building after building. While they looked much different in the game, the names of the shops and inns were the same.
He soon figured out his location. He was in the Thirteenth District, the poorest one, otherwise known as Ophiuchus.
Well, specifically, he was in the Seventh Precinct of the Thirteenth District.