Labyrinth City Orario

Southern Gate of the Labyrinth City Orario

The large southern city gate was fully opened. Beyond it was the crowded and lively scenery of the city.

Buildings with medieval aesthetics, the presence of magic everywhere — from lamps to daily tools such as heaters and stoves — the entire city ran on magic.

The gate was guarded by adventurers, and at the corner, there was a booth manned by Guild employees. In front of them was a long queue of people wanting to enter the city.

There were at least 10 queues divided into 4 groups: 3 for foreigners, 3 for foreigners with rides such as horses, wagons, or other types of transport, 3 for residents and registered adventurers, and lastly, 1 special queue for important people such as high-ranking Familias, nobles, foreign royalty, and Guild employees.

I walked toward the queue for foreigners and waited. There were 500 people before me — this would be a long wait.

A few hours later…

A beautiful elf girl with silver hair sat behind a booth. She smiled and asked, "ID?"

"I don't have one," I said honestly.

"Is that so? No big deal, that thing isn't that important anyway — it only speeds up some processes," she said, pulling out a magic phone from out of nowhere.

Seeing this, I was a bit surprised and instinctively asked Anastasia to analyze the smartphone. The result was that the smartphone was a powerful technology at the ???-level. Based on the analysis, that phone possessed countless terrifying functions, mechanisms, and abilities — and that was only the surface. There were still depths hidden within. If uncovered, my sanity would collapse and vanish. She warned me not to poke the dragon's nest or else I'd be chewed alive. These phones are only available to the Guild and its employees — they are part of Chaos Sovereignty.

She began to talk with the smartphone.

"Adel, if you may." — Elf girl.

"As you wish, bestie," the smartphone AI replied cheerfully.

The smartphone suddenly displayed a holographic interface showing my basic information and criminal records. I don't know how this thing got the info but one thing is for sure, terrifying.

It displayed my name, height, weight, age, and address. Only my name, height, and weight were correct — the age and address were wrong. It looked like the information it could retrieve was limited to this world. The data was from the moment I arrived.

It said my age was 17 and my address was Giant Mountain. However, my actual age was 42 decillion, and my real address was back on Earth — or the red planet I woke up to.

My criminal record was listed as "None," which is… almost true. I won't talk about that.

The elf girl read the info, nodded her head, and smiled. "You're totally fine. Pay the entrance fee and you can go."

"How much?"

"200 valis."

"Can I pay with gold?"

"You can."

While I was paying the entrance fee, I could feel a gaze with bad intentions locked onto me. I feel no treat so I ignored it and proceeded into the city.

I walked along the crowded main street, looking around like a country bumpkin. I saw Elves, Dwarves, Beastmen, Amazonesses, Pallums, and Gods among the crowd — their faces filled with smiles.

Flanking the main street were shops of various types — clothing shops, furniture shops, construction supply stores, magic item shops, bookstores, blacksmiths, and more. All of them were crowded.

I observed those shops and discovered something: some of them — in a 1/10 ratio — gave off a unique and distinct feeling. When I extended my senses inward, I discovered that their interior sizes didn't match what the exterior suggested.

Each of those shops had ??? floors, each floor surpassing ??? entirely in scale, each larger than the last. I was shocked. I tried scanning the others that gave off the same feeling and got similar results — some even more extreme.

Also, those buildings were alive. Each had its own avatar to interact with people — all of them are beautiful and hot girls. From what I know, these entities are called Living Constructs: Model Building Shops. They came from the Chaos Sovereignty and are among the most respected and powerful entities there.

"They're everywhere… I was right. Even though we ruled the Given and Old World, we are not its true rulers," I muttered, as I walked.

I followed the street leisurely. I looked at the time using magic — a magic clock, a watch made of pure mana that adapts to the world's time.

A magic circle formed, and a thin clock materialized.

I looked at the clock — it said 36:00 pm.

It was lunchtime. In this world, a day is equivalent to 72 hours — three Earth days.

This world had longer days than Earth. After checking the time, I dismissed the magic. The clock vanished into particles of light.

I searched for a good restaurant using my nose. I'm a good chef too — I've trained all my senses to identify good food with a single glance, touch, taste, smell, and even the sound of cooking. I can determine the caliber of food easily.

While my nose was doing its thing, my magic senses caught a familiar feeling.

"These things are everywhere…" My sight locked onto a restaurant. That restaurant was a Living Construct too — but strangely, no one noticed it at all, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

Now that I think about it, all the Living Constructs I've encountered were ignored — no one even glanced at them. I have some guesses is to why but I won't talk about that for now, I needed more clues to confirm.

It would be troublesome if I went there now, so I ignored it — planning to explore when the time was right.

I continued searching and found one after a few minutes. It was called Lamber Tavern and it is normal.

So those guys are still following me, huh? While I was checking out the restaurant I felt a gaze with bad intetion, I ignored them and entered the tavern.

Glass clinking. Adventurers cheering. They drank boisterously like there was no tomorrow — they didn't care that it was broad daylight.

The tables were full and crowded. The smell of food wafted through the tavern. Joyful laughter and epic tales filled the air.

The crowd was a blend of races, but even so, they all sat together as equals — celebrating for reasons only their groups knew.

In this lively scene, a boy entered the tavern. His appearance — that of a child — would make anyone mistake him for one.

Black hair, blue eyes, handsome face, lean but muscular physique hidden beneath his clothes. He wore all black: pants, shirt, boots, and a long unbuttoned coat. He carried himself with a harmless aura — like just an ordinary kid.

In the tavern, no one paid attention to him — except the girls. His looks struck a chord in them.

That boy was John.

I looked around the tavern searching for a seat. The tables were already full — the only seats left were at the counter.

I went over and sat at the corner.

The waitresses didn't notice me — they were too busy taking and serving orders.

I looked at the menu and ordered a steak.

The waitress at the counter took my order and passed it to the kitchen.

I waited quietly.