Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World As A Paladin 1 Chapter 1: Transmigration

The blazing sun was hung high in the sky, illuminating the lands as far as the eye could see. In perfect sync with the beautiful surroundings, a large city could be seen bustling about. Merchants rode their carts in and out of the ma.s.sive gates, selling their wares to the citizens. The well-armored sentinels checked their ident.i.ties before allowing pa.s.sage, but no mishaps occurred on this beautiful afternoon.
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It was a famous place in the Northern Continent — Sul'Tharra. Known for their warm reception, the area was an accessible location for n.o.bles from all around the world to visit. This was especially so for those who were conferred t.i.tles of n.o.bility due to their military backgrounds. Therefore, it was rather common to spot quite a few captains within the army sauntering around the streets, swords dangling at their waists.

To the dismay of many citizens, hosting such influential figures at all points of the year was exhausting. As such, there was a spot in Sul'Tharra where several powerful figures would usually stay in for the night. Naturally, this place was the church. An oratory of enormous size, sporting four separate spires which seemed to rival the nearby mountains in height. Nothing in a thousand kilometers could match this chapel's splendor, so it was the perfect hotspot for foreigners.

Even now, a few men of varying sizes were praying inside the s.p.a.cious halls. With two rows of benches on each side of the room, a lengthy blood-red carpet was unfurled in between. Accentuated by the elegant paintings on the walls, the chandeliers hanging from above truly made the church a work of art.

Kneeling on the carpet, two middle-aged men and one young man were praying toward a statue. Their expressions conveyed the utmost of sincerity, and even the priest in the far corner of the room couldn't help but nod at the sight.

Clad in st.u.r.dy steel, the two middle-aged clearly hailed from an ill.u.s.trious military family. Two long swords were clipped to both of their belts, sheathed in goatskin and hard leather. On the hilts of the blades, a sigil that represented a roaring lion presented itself. Although not too grand in appearance, it was this very background that allowed both of them to enter the church without disarming.

On the far right of the carpet, just nearly touching the granite, the young man was a stark contrast to the other two. He adorned a simple tunic that was coupled with a pair of black slacks. His brown shoes were run down, and the hair that greasily draped over his eyes indicated he was in dire need of a shower. Thankfully, the church allowed anyone to pray during the evening, no matter the financial situation.

Cheeks sunken in, the malnourished youth was the first to stand up. A strange light gleamed within his ash mauve eyes, but the self-deprecating smile on his face meant that whoever he was attempting to speak to did not answer back. Sighing, he scratched the sides of his right cheek and began to walk out of the church. Right now, only he could hear the strange robotic voice reverberating in his ears.

[Mission failure; you have no affinity with the Holy One]

"So, I can't become a priest either, huh?" The boy whispered to himself on his way out, voice tinged with disappointment.

Now known as Leon Arthurion, the blonde-haired teen had not always been a resident of this world. Just two weeks ago, he had been living on Earth as your everyday white-collar worker. Going to work five days a week and busting his b.u.t.tocks off seven hours each day for a minimal wage. With no real goals or hobbies to speak of, Leon spent most of his time drinking at bars with his friends. He enjoyed playing billiards at the pubs and playing videogames when he was alone.

Abandoned as a child, Leon was adopted from an early age. Usually, this would place him in a loving family, but he received the exact opposite. Used for nothing more than the stipends from the government, he was pretty much ignored for most of his youth. Often times, he would ponder as to how his family made it through the strict regulations set in place for adopting.

As such, it was without much loss to Earth that he was suddenly transported into an entirely different world. Equipped with nothing more than his modern knowledge, which was admittedly hazy, Leon was launched into his current gaunt body. And, honestly, the kid didn't fare much better than he did on Earth. Born into the slums, Leon transmigrated into an even more pathetic life.

Then, when he was at the cusp of despair, a robotic voice sounded out in his head. Introducing itself as a "system" of some sort, Leon was once again enlivened. He had indulged in many games when he was back on Earth, so he was quick to the uptake. Furthermore, there were plenty of novels that depicted such miraculous encounters. Just, none of them started off as bad as his did.

However, just when things were starting to look up, never in his wildest imagination could he have ever imagined having such lousy talent. No matter which cla.s.s he tried to become, it would always end in failure. As a result, Leon strutted down the crowded streets with a dejected smile.

"Status," he muttered.

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[Character Information]

Name: Leon Arthurion

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Level: 1 [5/10 EXP]

Cla.s.s: None

Specialization: None

Strength: 5

Agility: 6

Intelligence: 10

Stamina:4

HP: 100

MP: 0

Skills: None

Items: None

Allocatable stat points: 0

Coins: 0

Mission: Select Cla.s.s

'Why is it so hard to possess a natural affinity toward one of the various cla.s.ses?' Leon mused to himself, sighing deeply.

Over the last week, he tried converting to a mult.i.tude of different cla.s.ses. Praying at the church to transform into a priest, or hitting a wooden dummy to become a warrior. To no avail, he was always informed of his bad affinity or lack thereof. Thus, with no talents to speak of, it wasn't very easy for him to even procure food.

It was with these depressing thoughts in mind that he eventually arrived at his home. Located in a secluded alleyway, a small tent made out of straw welcomed Leon. Weathered down by the elements, it couldn't be considered st.u.r.dy, but it was all he had. No matter how bad a home, it was still a home. At least, that's what Leon comforted himself with.

He pulled apart the ragged drapes hanging from one side of the entrance to the other and slipped into the tent, sitting down in the middle. Light escaped through some holes in the straw, revealing the insides of Leon's tent. On the ground, a small pillow was used for his bed, and some bones littered the edges. Toward the entrance, two empty bottles were firmly secured into the dirt; they were used for catching rainwater.

Once seated, Leon began deliberating about his cla.s.s. The system had given him a mission, but there was no advice to help. It was due to his own efforts that he had figured out the requirements for a warrior and priest, but his talents were subpar. So now, he had to try and shoot for a different cla.s.s, but which one?

Suddenly, the sound of rushed footsteps entered Leon's ears. In response, he raised his chin and squinted his eyes. Pus.h.i.+ng aside the drapes, he stepped out of his tent to see an old and decrepit man standing just a few breaths away.

Shaking, the older man was barely able to keep st.u.r.dy with the thick cane at his side. "Leon, have you heard about the recruitment fliers?" He asked in an excited voice, taking a breath in between every few words.

"The recruitment fliers? What are you talking about, Ronny?" Leon questioned, tilting his head to the side.

Eyes brightening, Ronny took a few steps forward. "My boy, your time has finally come!" He announced.

Leon rolled his eyes and placed the palms of his hands on Ronny's shoulders. "Calm down, just what is getting you so riled up?" He inquired, chuckling. "I haven't seen you so excited since I gave you that chicken bone; the first piece of meat you've eaten in a decade!"

Apparently, Leon's words had an effect, and Ronny calmed down a bit. Coughing into his hand, Ronny continued with a much more gentle grin. "There will be a skirmish in Bloodthorn Forest just thirty moons from now," he said. "The military has begun taking in any male under the age of twenty to partic.i.p.ate in the battle. Naturally, this means you can become a soldier!"

A little surprised, Leon wanted to respond, but Ronny continued pestering. "Before you even think of declining such a great proposal, think of the salary! Ten copper coins each week. That's nearly half a silver in a month!"

"Uncle Ronny, the terms are exceptional, but great reward always comes with high risk," Leon said coolly. "The military wouldn't hire snot-nosed brats so quickly unless they were in dire need of new recruits. This also means that whatever they are facing in thirty days from now is a real threat that cannot be underestimated!"

Although his words made sense, Ronny was not at all impressed. "Who the h.e.l.l cares?" He asked, glancing down at Leon's stomach. "You'll die of starvation in a week, or worse, you'll be lulled in by a slave trader. At least this way, you have a chance to be something, be better!"

"Ronny..." Leon grumbled, unable to refute his remarks.

The old man had been somewhat of a father figure to the boy before Leon had taken over, so some of those feelings still remained. As such, there was no real way to just come out and say he had been magically blessed with a system, or that his soul was swapped. No matter where he went, he'd be considered a crazy person.

Just as Leon was going to continue arguing with Ronny, a robotic voice whispered into his ear.

[Host is too weak to carry on without proper nourishment. Without selecting a cla.s.s, you will die within the next month]

"...huh?" Leon blurted out, unintentionally.

Unaware of the robot talking to Leon, Ronny was immediately enraged by his stupor. "What about my words do you not understand?" He roared. "G.o.dd.a.m.n it, you unfilial dummy, I'm trying to give you something to cling onto! The life of thievery and begging is not meant for such a young'un, you deserve something more — a life!"

Leon was still attempting to comprehend the words of the system, but it only took him a moment to perceive the path of least resistance. "Okay, okay, Ronny, I get it," he surrendered. "Where do you write up an application?"

A bit surprised, Ronny's wrathful expression was instantly replaced by one of bliss. "At the city hall. You just need to sign your name, and they'll enlist you right away!"

"Sounds easy. Do I need to be literate?" Leon probed.

Laughing, Ronny slapped Leon on the back. "Of course not, silly. Usually, only the n.o.bles and high-ranking generals can read and write. Though, if you render great meritorious service, I'm sure you could learn!"

Leon nodded.

It had to be understood that in a new world, they would use entirely different languages than the ones on Earth. Therefore, although he could speak relatively fluently due to the kid's past memories, there was no knowledge regarding reading, nor writing. Unfortunately, unlike a good portion of the games and books he had read in the past, there was no free meal.