5 Red-light District

The receptionist meticulously examined the documents in her hands. "Everything in your score is pretty much good, although you are still lacking 18 magical points to receive the mage class," she explained.

"That doesn't seem to be an issue," Karl explained, rubbing his temples. "Even if a candidate doesn't have 100 magic points, he is eligible to become an adventurer and increase his MP. If I am not wrong."

Aryan sighed, gazing hopelessly at the report. "So I have to do something to gain more magic? I will become an adventurer when I reach over 100 MP."

"You will get an adventurer's pass, but it is only limited to floor 5. Once you have more magic, you can get complete silence." Karl explained, stretching his limbs. From his tone, it seemed like there was nothing to be worried about. "Also, 12 MP is something you can get in one day of grinding."

"Huh?" The receptionist smirked, locking eyes with him. In this world, there were only two ways to boost magical powers: cultivating with natural energy, a slow and ancient process, or obtaining monster crystals from dungeons.

"Since you have an inherited skill, which is very rare, we can allow you to enter the dungeon without learning any additional skills. But still, you won't be allowed to climb any higher than the first floor," she explained.

"Was it five floors?" Karl asked, surprised.

"No problem, just give me the weapon and ID," Aryan responded, trailing the receptionist to complete the necessary procedures. After a few minutes, he received a 9-inch-long red dagger from the guild, along with a few papers. The white flame-shaped tattoo on the back of his hands had been redesigned in copper brown.

"That's a long dagger, still nothing compared to mine," Karl said with a smile.

"Is that so? I would like to see your dagger." Aryan asked.

"Oh well, I don't show it to men." HAHAHAHAHAA…" Karl said as he started laughing. Aryan was dumbfounded, realizing which dagger Karl was talking about.

After reading the report, Aryan had many questions in his mind. A lot of them, like, what is an inherited skill? What is magic, how to increase magic, etc? As much as he would have loved to ask Karl, he refrained from making any out-of-character moves.

Even with the confusion around him, one thing was very clear to Aryan. He is now Isekaid in a world of magic. and things are about to get fun.

After all the formalities, Karl introduced him to the 2nd floor of the adventurer guild. This one was like a vast plaza, with dozens of shops selling all kinds of herbs, potions, crystals, and weapons.

As Karl passed by, he kept introducing Aryan to all the basic potions, crystals, weapons, and equipment he needed to know about and would favour him in his adventure.

Aryan too kept taking notes on things; after all, he wouldn't get a game manual like the Isekai anime, nor would he have any golden system he could chest with. 'I am probably the first person Isekaid in a fantasy world who doesn't have a clue of what's happening around; still, I don't want to go back.'

'If by any chance Aryan in this body got swapped with mine and is now solving math equations, You have my sympathy, bro.' Aryan thought with evident excitement on his face.

After spending a few minutes at a fantasy restaurant, Aryan came to a realization. "Food stinks here."

From the information he has collected so far, it seems like Aryan needed to go to the 1st floor of the dungeon and obtain mana crystals to increase his magical powers.

The first floor of the dungeon consists of mutant rats, about 45 centimeters long in size. Although not dangerous, they are very agile, and their claws consist of some poison, which, if hit, can show you stars in daylight.

Still, he was lacking a lot of information, especially about skills, levels, evolution, and magic.

"So, my little porcupine, with all introductions done, are you ready to receive your 18th birthday gift?" Karl asked loudly, breaking Aryan out of his daze.

"Birthday gift?" He asked, and his gut feeling was telling him it was not something good.

The next minute, Aryan and Karl were flying in the air, while Karl was mounted on the same silver eagle; this time Aryan was hanging on its peck, entrusting his leather belt with his life.

"Where are you taking me to?" He asked, not so scared this time. He was quite literally enjoying the feeling of flying in the open sky.

"Where else? All man's wonderland! Hahahaha!" Karl said as he began to laugh, the other just knew he was up to no good.

This time they landed inside a specific area of the city. In one part, traditional lamps glittered at night. Large wooden houses, fountains, and men and women in traditional wear, as if he had stepped into a traditional eastern city from a sci-fi Western fantasy.

Aryan gulped, looking at the women around him. The sweet and fresh aroma entered his nose. As they walked in a specific direction, women of all races and figures looked at him; some waved, some winked.

"Is it a red light district?" Aryan asked, whispering in Karl's ears, but the other didn't respond but smiled.

Apart from the crowd, they walked towards a specific building or more of a wooden castle. As they climbed the hallway, the number of people around them became less and less, until there were barely a few men around.

"So this is the place you invited me to?" A sharp but composed voice asked as soon as they entered the grand hall.

"Alan, my brother, you are here!" Karl greeted him in a loud voice. "So, you like this place?"

It was a lean figure with long blond hair and fine buildup who sat on a sofa holding a red glass of wine. His crystal-emerald eyes looked at Aryan from top to bottom. So he is that kid without a mark?"