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

Filey and I took Orford’s unconscious body to the local police station. We both explained what happened and I was willing to give witness testimony, but the guards had a flippant attitude. It looked like they believed what happened, though they were averse to taking action. I knew it was because we Earthlings had special exemptions. They could not act, especially since technically no one was hurt.

For what it was worth, they promised to keep Filey safe.

The girl and I both left the police station quite disappointed. I was somewhat hopeful that if enough people reported the crimes of we Earthlings, something might eventually be done. It was a far-fetched hope, but not an impossible one.

“Thank you, Yarm.” Filey bowed to me. “Thank you so much. You saved me.”

“Don’t mention it. I should be apologising for the actions of my fellow Earthling,” I said.

She shook her head. Her hair waved over her face and a strand stuck to her lips, so she had to pull it away with a finger. “There’s no telling what he would have done to me if you weren’t there.”

I agreed, “There certainly was no telling. I still have no idea what he was trying to do or what he wanted to accomplish. He’s just a very twisted and strange person in general.”

The girl and I exchanged personal information so we could contact each other if needed. With that, I headed home. The sky was coated in a vibrant orange. As I walked, I admired the hue changing.

By the time I made it back, the sun had set and night had come. I entered the building and the main hall was once again occupied by the members of the nightly meeting.

“Oh hey, it’s Yarm!” said one of them. That caught the attention of the others who welcomed me happily.

“Sit down over here,” said Loftus with a goofy smile.

“You have such a punchable face,” I remarked as I took the seat next to him.

“Are you saying I’m handsome?” he asked.

And a punchable voice, I thought. “What are you lot talking about today?” I could hear a variety of topics being spoken between small groups within the meeting.

“Just whatever.” Loftus shrugged.

I noticed Blyth was nowhere to be seen. Not just her, but a few other regular members were absent too. “There seems to be less people around.”

Loftus explained, “People are starting to move out. There was an initial wave of people who left on day one, but slowly more are leaving as they begin renting their own places. I was even considering moving in with this girl I was chatting up. Unfortunately, she was a bit of a hag at 27 years old.”

I didn’t even want to mention how warped Loftus’ sense of age was. My opinion of him couldn’t get any lower. “Why would anyone want to move out? We have everything that anyone could need here. And it’s all for free.”

Loftus raised his eyebrows and released a humming noise. “I’m surprised you like it here so much. I thought you’d have been one of the first people to find a new place.”

He was right in that I hated being in the same vicinity as these people, but I couldn’t deny it was useful. They provided me with valuable information. The other reason for me not wanting to leave was that I couldn’t afford to. Money was becoming a real obstacle for me.

Loftus went on, “Some people want to move to different cities, some don’t like living in a dorm with others, some want houses with more than just basic amenities, and some people became adventurers that spend all their time travelling, so they rent out rooms in inns.”

I squinted my eyes and pursed my lips together. “Erm, I hesitate to ask, but how much money do you have Loftus?” I was curious as to how others could spend gold so frivolously. Did they all have enough to spare?

He tilted his head upwards. “I’m on the poorer side compared to the others, but I have 10,000 GP on me. All in my inventory of course. Wouldn’t want it to be robbed by bandits.”

My jaw dropped. He had that much? What on Earth was he doing to earn so much? Plus, that was on the lower end of what people had? I was stunned. “You can make that type of money by killing monsters, huh? Does the guild pay you well for completing quests and selling the stuff you collect?”

He chuckled and wafted his hand downwards. “No, you’re mistaken, Yarm. I didn’t get this money from the guild. I got all this by lying, cheating, and stealing.”

“Oh, right. How could I have forgotten?”