Be an Adventurer for a while

Southeast Region, Gurkha City.

"It seems that the fault is not the Night City indeed it is because of my curse."

Crowds of people filled every street in this sizable city. The whole time he tirelessly looked at all the places he passed. Every now and then he smelled a delicious and savory aroma, but when he approached the origin of the aroma, he just remembered that he didn't have a penny.

Feeling a little uneasy, especially since his stomach was rumbling, he went to a random place to ask someone for help.

"Will they kick me out because I'm a beggar?" thought a skeptical Mahendra. In the end, however, he still entered an inn.

Cery's inn.

There were a handful of both men and women joking freely with each other. There didn't seem to be any kind of difference or perhaps they were in the same circle. Mahendra tried to step in boldly and instantly became the center of attention. Mahendra tried to ignore it as he continued to walk towards the receptionist.

"Excuse me, can you do me a favor?"
"Sir, the initial payment for a one-night stay is only two silver coins."

The language he spoke was the same language spoken by the group of youths who had attacked Mahendra that day.

Mahendra glanced around in confusion. The crowd that had been there now disappeared and became instantly silent. Mahendra's face now very pale, he sighed for a moment.

"Maybe I should have settled in the Night City," Mahendra muttered.

Suddenly, a tall, muscular man walked up to him. His sizeable body covered the long reception desk. Mahendra, who was about to step back, was grabbed by the shoulders. After that, he spoke something with the receptionist while pointing at Mahendra.

"I'll pay his share, so just put it in my bill."
"Okay."

The Muscular Man then looked at Mahendra and said, "Hey, buddy, how about we sit at the same table? All my friends will welcome you." 

"Wait, you didn't understand what I said?" the man asked, pointing to his mouth.

Mahendra nodded his head to indicate that he did not understand. He expected the man to leave immediately, but instead he was dragged by him to join the same table.

Many of them had enough power to fight monsters. The bright yet tiny aura was no match for the blind man. Mahendra just sat quietly listening to their unfamiliar conversation until a little brown-haired girl looked up at him in surprise.

"His eyes look like monsters."

 All of them who heard that sentence were shocked and suddenly moved away from Mahendra while preparing to draw their swords.

"They said something, is it because of my pupils?"

Realizing he was being targeted, Mahendra got up from his seat, shook his head frantically, and showed the curse mark that was clearly visible to them. Only then did they all let down their guard and were relieved.

"Turns out he's the one who got cursed this time. I suddenly feel guilty," said The Muscular Man.

"We are the ones who misunderstood. Please don't take her words to heart."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. But I understand from your reactions," Mahendra said.

The girl then sat back down and handed Mahendra a piece of paper containing some letters that looked like ancient letters with Latin pronunciation. Not only that, the ancient letters also contained other letters that Mahendra could read.

"Isn't this my language? I'm surprised!"
"My great-great-grandfather's gave me this writing. Since you don't understand our language, I thought you were from another world."

"It's true, there was a person who was once trapped in this world. However, his grandfather... and his grandfather again? Has it been a few decades?"

"Mi, isn't paper important?" The Muscular Man asked the girl.
"It doesn't matter because this person needs it more," the girl replied.

One letter at a time he read it very slowly. He only read it twice and Mahendra understood it well enough.

"Es ter ..livh... geni li da... fenv?" He stammered out a sentence. (I'm looking for the Wandering King.)

"The word you're learning is not for self-knowledge but to ask about others?"
"Sorry." Mahendra said reluctantly.

Everyone who had been tense was now back to normal, and they started laughing at Mahendra's ridiculous question.

"Wandering King? Are you kidding me, buddy? Maybe you've heard about the four most powerful legends but believe me we've never met one. It's probably just a fake."

"But at least you're better than someone who believes in the existence of Devourer Destiny," said the tall woman who turned to her friend with a laugh.

"I do believe in the existence of DevourerDestiny especially since they are the most powerful legends!" said her friend who was now angry. He was the only one who wasn't laughing.

It was getting late in the afternoon and some of the members of the adventuring party left with Mahendra without his consent to head into the wilderness. Judging by the way they were taking up their fighting stances, they were probably going to encounter something.

"I didn't expect to go on an adventure like this. Are they going to fight monsters?" Mahendra felt a heavy weight on both shoulders, he turned around in surprise and it was only because of the large bag she had left for him.

"I want you to carry this bag for a while. Don't worry, you'll still get rations after taking something from them."

It wasn't long before the medium-sized, black-furred, wolf-like monsters emerged from the bushes. The group of adventurers was surrounded from all directions.

"ATTACK! DON'T LEAVE ANYONE OUT!" shouted The Muscular Man. It seemed like he was the leader of this pack. He directed his members to attack before the wolves got any closer. 

However, they were unfortunately caught off guard by the presence of another wolf who had been hiding silently. A loud roar filled the forest side, ringing in the ears for a few moments, causing a loss of focus. The figure of a wolf many times the size of the rest of the pack rushed toward Mahendra. 

"Hey, you!" Mi, the brown-haired girl tried to run towards Mahendra to save him, but she was too late. 

With the running speed of a wolf, it bit the young man's shoulder in an instant. Mahendra could not move at all and only grimaced in pain. The wolf's bite deepened, and now it began to drag him away from the group of adventurers.

Mahendra's body was taken away into the interior of the forest, on the way to who knows where, Mahendra tried hard to draw out his power but he was completely helpless.

"How do I get that power out? I don't understand! Come out! Come out!"

His breath was coming in heavy gasps, his heart was beating faster, his life was on the line. He could hardly even close his eyes.

As the situation became more critical, a power within him overflowed. The trees, shrubs and even the grass he stepped on withered. The few birds that passed over it also lost energy and fell limp. The wolf that caught him became very alert and threw Mahendra's body away.

The wolf stood on all fours snarling and sensing a strong threat. Meanwhile, Mahendra stared at the wolf while thinking of something to get out of this dangerous situation.
***

At the same time. The Upper Realm, where the leaders of the various races gather.
The room of the Holy Seer, Sylvia.

Something strange had possessed her body to the point of injury. She coughed so violently, a drop of thick red liquid stained her white dress to the confusion of her servants who were there.

"Holy Seer, what happened to you?"
"It seems that something that should not exist in this world has appeared. This person has made my prophecy of the Night City cut off!"