A Person with Morals gets Transported to Another World [LitRPG] [Satire]

There was not enough time for me to visit all the places of interest in the city before nightfall. Completing the quest would have to wait till tomorrow. I returned to home base and stepped through the doors into the main hall. I was quite stunned to see that no atrocity was being committed inside. Around two dozen people were participating in the nightly meeting.

There were questions that I wanted answers for, so I decided to join in. When I approached, everyone immediately became poised for danger. Some even half-drew their weapons.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them asked.

“You don’t look like you’re a member of the guards,” noted Blyth.

“You don’t belong here. Get lost before we chop you into pieces, old man,” said a boy with sharp teeth and a sharper tongue.

What an aggressive welcome I was given. I was surprised by how hostile my peers were to someone they assumed was a stranger. Was this how they acted with the normal inhabitants of this world? I supposed it wasn’t too horrible of a reaction to a potential home invader.

“Stop it guys,” said Loftus. He smiled widely at me. Why was he always so happy to see me? Just seeing his face made me want to puke. “Chill out. He’s an otherworlder like us. Look above his head. It’s Yarm!”

“The stupid one?” Blyth asked.

“The self-righteous guy?” said another.

“The slave thief?”

People’s opinions of me weren’t very high. Not that it mattered. I took a seat next to Loftus. Technically, every seat was a seat next to Loftus. If I sat away from him, he would get up and move over to me.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Loftus ran his hand along my fur coat. “Is this a costume for a play?”

“Maybe he’s cosplaying a character?”

“What kind of character looks like a balding old man?”

“It could be OC.”

I breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about, but I’m going to dress like this from now on. It’s not for a play, I just prefer to look like this.”

“You do?” said a girl with pink hair. “But you look so ugly like that.”

“How rude!” I gently slammed my fist into the table we all sat at. Gently enough that no sound was made. “Don’t you understand that insulting someone’s appearance is not nice? Being called ugly hurts my feelings.”

The girl protested, “But I’m not calling you ugly. I’m just saying that the disguise you’re wearing is hideous. I’ve seen you before, and your actual appearance is really cute.”

“This is my actual appearance! I inhabit the body of a child, but this outfit resembles how I looked like on Earth. You’re directly calling me ugly.”

I heard several groans of disagreement from the table. Another person said, “That would mean that all of our appearances are fake.”

That was exactly what I meant too.

Loftus put his hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d have this much trouble adjusting to your new body, Yarm. It’s alright. You’ll eventually get used to your new appearance.”

I brushed his hand away. “No, I won’t. I’ll never get used to looking like a child. And I certainly won’t get used to being treated like one! I’m so glad that I was given this disguise, so I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not.”

“None of us are pretending. These are our bodies now,” said someone on the far end of the table.

“Yeah and besides, what’s wrong with looking like a child? I like it.”

“Everyone wants to look young. You’re the strange one for wanting to look like an old man, Yarm.”

“Adults dote on us for simply being cute little kids. It’s awesome.”

“The teachers at school all think I’m a genius for being so smart at such a young age.”

“The old lady who works the bakery nearby always gives me free melon bread because I look like her grandchild.”

“It’s so much easier to gain people’s affection too. Just act really shy and sweet, look up at people with puppy-dog eyes, give out tonnes of compliments and you can have anyone wrapped around your finger.”

Every word out of these people’s mouths annoyed me. None of them accepted how weird this was. They were adults in the bodies of children. “Can’t you lot see that none of that is deserved? You’re taking advantage of others by pretending to be children. It’s not right. It’s undeserved.”

Most members of the nightly meeting just rolled their eyes at me. Blyth gave me a slow clap. She then said, “Here comes the superiority complex. What a joke.” She interlocked her fingers. “Yarm, who are you to tell us what we deserve? In my past life, I was a very lonely touch-starved adult. I lived by myself and I had no one to give me affection. I could hardly remember the warmth of another human. In this world, people hug me, they give me head pats, and even hold my hand. I can finally feel the joy of skin-to-skin contact. Am I undeserving of that in your eyes, Yarm?”

I placed my elbow on the table and my cheek into my palm. With a sigh I answered, “You make it hard to say yes.”