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

Someone was visiting my property at this time of night? I wondered who it might be. No one really knew of the Eastern Forest Hidden Dungeon’s location. Well, no one aside from Penrin, Newmill, Erith, Mimic, and the chiropractor, and whoever the chiropractor recommended to me. It actually felt like a lot when listed out.

Whoever it was, I wasn’t certain I wanted to meet them. What kind of person would go out into the woods to enter a secret dungeon? Probably someone dangerous. Or maybe someone desperate, I thought.

The other part of the System’s message had me confused. “Hey, do any of you know what Fast Travel is?”

Everyone’s attention was once again drawn to me. I hadn’t realised I was such an interesting individual.

“You can Fast Travel?” someone asked.

Loftus said with a tinge of envy, “Wow, you’re so lucky, Yarm.”

“That’s so awesome! How did you unlock it? Is it a skill or a title?” Blyth asked.

Even Bromley. who had been glaring at me since the incident, said, “That’s fire. Genuinely one of the best abilities a person can have.”

I was taken aback. It seemed that I had come across something good. Still, these Earthlings were horrible at explanations. “I’m glad if it’s as incredible as you lot say, but what exactly does it do?”

Loftus said with a finger raised, “You can teleport to locations with it. Is there any limit to it that you see? For example, can you only fast travel to places you’ve been?”

I didn’t know how much I wanted to reveal to the others, but I wouldn’t learn anything if I was too secretive. “It’s telling me I can Fast Travel to one of my properties.”

Several said, “Oooh.”

One person asked, “Since when did you get a property?”

Another said, “The more important question is, how can he Fast Travel? A couple of us have properties but we can’t do that.”

“I’m not sure myself,” I said. That was the truth. This ability had come out of nowhere, and it wasn’t related to any of my skills or titles. If others couldn’t Fast Travel, that meant that owning a property didn’t cause it either.

The person visiting my property was likely still waiting. If they had come this late at night, then they wouldn’t turn away easily.

I said, “I’m going to test out the ability.” I hastily raised my finger to press the ‘Yes’ button, but my clumsy finger accidentally hit ‘No’. “Oh no,” I said with my hands grasping the sides of my head. “I accidentally pressed the wrong button. My chance at teleporting has gone forever. What a nightmare.” I slapped my head from both sides. How could I have been so careless?

“Don’t be such a drama queen, Yarm,” said Blyth. “You can probably still Fast Travel. I doubt that the System would only let you do it in one instance. There’s gotta be a button for it somewhere on your System.”

She was right. It wouldn’t make sense if I could only Fast Travel when I had a visitor. I clicked around randomly but couldn’t find the button I needed. I could be here for an hour if I meticulously searched every menu, so instead I thought about what could have caused me to gain this ability.

I knew that it was something that the other Earthlings with properties did not have. What set me apart from them, I wondered? Mind was the most obvious conclusion, however I didn’t see how that gave me the ability to teleport. Then I realised what Mind did give me was a map. I opened the map menu and rapidly clicked on the Eastern Forest Hidden Dungeon multiple times. Another message prompted me on whether I wanted to Fast Travel.

Without a second thought, I pressed ‘Yes’.

My body was overcome by a red light that engulphed me completely. When it faded, I was in one of the rooms of the Eastern Forest Hidden Dungeon. I had done it. I teleported.

My mimic friend was eating a large pile of leaves in the corner of the room. I wondered how the greens got there, but then my mind drifted to the level above the mimic’s head. It hadn’t been long, but the mimic was already level 35. “What have you been eating to get so strong?” I asked. For a moment, I thought about eating the pile of leaves alongside my friend.

A loud series of knocks came from above.

“Coming!” I shouted. Was it sensible for me to make my presence known? What if an enemy was waiting to ambush me? Maybe Mimic could save me if there was. I climbed up the stairs to the entrance and sheepishly pushed open the trapdoor.

Awaiting at the entrance was a 45-year-old woman with red hair and armour. It was Hyde. She looked about as surprised to see me as I was to see her.

“What are you doing here?” we both asked simultaneously.

The woman scowled at me. She still had plentiful disdain for me, and she wasn’t keeping it hidden.

“This is my property,” I said. I didn’t want her to make any suspicious assumptions of me. I suggested she take her turn by asking, “So, what brings you to my dungeon?”

She clicked her tongue. “Dungeon? I thought this was supposed to be a clinic.” She brushed me off and began walking back towards the distant lights of the city. “What a waste of time.”

“Wait!” I called out. “You were recommended by a chiropractor to come and see an acupuncturist, right?”

Hyde stopped in her tracks. Twisting her neck back, she answered, “Yes. How did you know?”

I straightened my collar and said, “Because I’m the acupuncturist. Come in and I’ll help you with your problems.”

The woman looked at me dubiously. I could tell she was weighing in her mind whether to leave or stay. On the one hand, I was someone she loathed, but on the other hand, she had come all this way to fix a problem. It would be wasteful of her to go back without at least hearing out what I had to say.

She decided to stay. Her movements were cautious. I could tell she was ready at all times to strike. This was something I had never noticed when seeing her before. Thanks to my levels in Mind, I could tell her stance was that of a seasoned warrior. If I made one wrong move, it was off with my head.

I gulped as I led her down the stairs. Her eyes inspected the state of the place and she clearly wasn’t impressed.

“Sorry. I know the place is a little run down right now, but I’ll fix it up when I have the mana and the money,” I said.

Hyde did not answer me, and she kept a permanent frown on her face. I could tell that she was wondering why she was even bothering with listening to me. She had no faith that a child like me could accomplish anything. Her only reason to stay hinged on the chiropractor’s recommendation.

I took her to the largest room of the dungeon. She immediately drew her sword and said, “Monster.” She was looking at Mimic. I quickly got in between the two of them and held out my arms to protect my friend.

“Don’t hurt him,” I said.

“Step aside, dimwit. I will slay that thing right now.”

“You won’t!” I said resolutely.

“Then I suppose I’ll cut you both down together,” she said.

Was she merely threatening me, or would she really kill the both of us? I couldn’t tell by her eyes or the expression she was making. Hyde was quite good at concealing her true intent despite being in a calm rage. To save both our lives, I said, “If you kill either of us, I won’t be able to fix the pain in your lower back.”

Hyde’s eyes widened intensely. It looked as if she had a million things to say to me, but she wasn’t sure where to start. I knew what the main question on her mind was, though.

“You’re wondering, how do I know?” I said with a little bit of ego. “Since you first went to a chiropractor, I knew your issue was likely with body pain and mobility. And so, with my high Mind, I’m able to read the details of a person’s movement with great precision. I can predict an attack before it happens, but I can also analyse patterns and particulars that a normal person wouldn’t. For example, earlier you turned your neck to me, but your torso didn’t twist.” I smiled haughtily while explaining my logic. “When I first came to this world, I never would’ve noticed such things.”

Hyde stood in silence for a long time. The sound of Mimic chewing on leaves filled the air. Guessing her thoughts again, she was conflicted because she wanted to do her duty to slay monsters but also wanted to be cured of her ailment.

“Can you really fix me?” she finally said.

“Perhaps formerly I would’ve been unsure in my answer, but right now, I can assure you that I’ll relieve your pain,” I said. I pushed a long and broken table to the centre of the room. With the last of my mana, I used Repair to fix it to a serviceable degree. “Please lay down. I’ll have you feeling better in no time.”

With how much my acupuncture skills had improved, I wondered how much money I’d make back on Earth? Definitely not as much as the other Earthlings, who could be setting world-records with their high Body levels, or performing miracles with their high Soul.

I instructed Hyde to lay down face-first onto the table. She didn’t seem to have any reservations about how unclean the thing looked. Once she got comfortable, I lifted her shirt a little. This caused Hyde to immediately jolt up and line her sword with my neck. “What do you think you’re doing, you little pervert?”

I held my hands up and pleaded my innocence. “I simply need to raise your shirt a little to see your lumbar. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Hyde’s itchy trigger finger almost cost me my life. “Fine,” the woman huffed. She lied down again and permitted me access to her lower back.

When I touched her back, I was surprised by just how strong Hyde’s muscles were. They were incredibly hard with a slight softness from her subcutaneous fat. I could also feel a great deal of tension that needed to be addressed. Along the relevant meridian, I placed a single needle.

Hyde had no reaction, so I went onwards and began my treatment in earnest, slowly piercing her with more and more needles. While I was treating her, I thought about what had happened earlier with the guards.

If my deduction was correct, and a plot was happening, would Hyde know about it? She was a Royal Knight, which from my knowledge was the highest station of a combatant. She was incredibly strong, and also possibly loyal to the throne. Would she go against the King?

I knew she despised Earthlings. She had said that we were unnecessary, once upon a time. If there was a plot to abolish our existence, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was at the forefront. I wanted to ask her about it but there was no chance she would tell me, of all people, the truth.

In her eyes, I was no different than the others. In fact, she thought I was the biggest troublemaker of all the Earthlings. I committed the most heinous theft by freeing all those slaves. If she wanted Earthlings to be punished, I was first up on the chopping block.

I concocted a plan to test the waters. “Ms Hyde, may we speak? It’s a little awkward doing this in silence,” I said.

Hyde responded emotionlessly, “What do you wish to speak about?”

I was glad that she didn’t despise me enough to shut me out completely. “Earlier, I found some evidence of an Earthling committing a horrible crime. I tried to report it, but I was told that we heroes are being given special treatment.” If Hyde ignored this confession, it meant that she was not part of the plot, or that the plot didn’t even exist. “I just wish I could use this evidence to bring about justice for the victims of the crime.” The sentence conveyed my true feelings, but I acted more soppy than usual to invoke something within Hyde.

Since Hyde was face-down, I had trouble gleaning what she was thinking. Did her silence mean that she was ignoring me or that she was contemplating? After some moments, she pointed to the side and said, “Leave it with my belongings. I will make use of it.”

That was it! I was certain that there was a scheme among the police here. Hyde would have no use for the evidence if she was content with Earthlings being allowed to do whatever they pleased.

Or perhaps, some doubt slipped into my mind, she only said that to placate my worries.

I placed the final needle on Hyde’s meridian. “There,” I said. “We’ll leave them in for about thirty minutes and then you should be fine.”

“Hmph.” From that noise, I could tell that the knight wasn’t convinced.

I sat down on a chair that was horizontally across from her. Her head was turned sideways towards me. We both looked at each other, trying to assess what went on in the other’s mind.

Going in for more, I asked, “Ms Hyde, as someone who has likely killed countless monsters, do you believe there is any hope for peace? Surely, you’ve faced kind and gentle monsters in all your travels, haven’t you?”

The woman narrowed her eyes as if to say, ‘This again?’. But she did answer me earnestly which was more than what I was expecting. “I prefer to think that there are no innocent monsters.”

I pressed my lips together, unhappy with her answer. “You prefer to think that? In a way that’s a silent admission that there’s a possibility in your mind that not all monsters are evil. So how can you kill them?”

Hyde closed her eyes. Her body was quite relaxed. The needles were slowly removing a lot of the tension in her muscles. She said, “Consider this: a detestable murderer kills thousands. You are given the opportunity to go back in time to kill said murderer as an infant. Would you do so?”

I could see the point Hyde was making, so I was having trouble giving an honest answer.

She continued, “If you kill the murderer as an infant, you slay an innocent child. A child who has technically done no wrong. However, let them live and thousands will die.” Hyde’s eyes were half-shut and she was peering at me from under her eyelids as if hiding. “I’m sure you know which choice I made. So, which do you choose?”

Hyde had made the choice to kill the infant. In her mind, she was saving countless human lives by slaying monsters. The question seemed so unfair to me. I couldn’t muster an answer. I thought Hyde would ridicule me for my decision to stay silent, but she did not press me.

That made me want to know more about this woman. I felt like there was a great deal of humanity within her, despite the cold exterior. If it was possible to convince her of my morals, she would play a key role in my aspirations.

“Hyde, does this mean you have sympathy for the monsters you kill?” I asked. I had gotten quite good at reading people’s bodies, but reading their minds was harder. Knowing how a hand would move from movements in an arm was far simpler than understanding a person’s thoughts from their facial expressions.

“No,” she responded immediately and emphatically. “I do not have a single speck of sympathy to spare towards these creatures.”

Was that the truth or just what she claimed to believe? I recited, “No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.” Despite what Hyde and other humans said, I was certain that there was a kindness buried inside them all, waiting to be freed. It was my mission to unearth it.

Hyde had the slightest touch of confusion when digesting my words. Or rather, Shakespeare’s words.

“Genocide, child marriages, slavery…” I listed, “one day, I shall convince you, and everyone else in this world, that these things are wrong.”

Hyde looked at my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. She examined me closely and then asked, “Tell me, are any of you heroes actually children?”

I was impressed she figured it out. She may have been the first one to do so. “No. We are all adults. I myself am 45 years old.”

“Hmm.” Hyde hummed to herself while considering the implications of my answer. She said, “I thought as much. Actual children would be far easier to manipulate.”

I didn’t like that response one bit.

Half an hour had passed so I pulled the needles from Hyde. When the last needle left her body, she stretched and got up. She first bent over and touched her toes. Then, she stretched her arms from side to side. I saw the beginning markers of a smile form on her face, though it wasn’t fully realised.

With some satisfaction, she bent backwards into a bridge and then flipped herself over and landed on her feet. I gave a small applause to the show of dexterity and strength.

Hyde tested out her body for a quarter of an hour. As she went on, I thought I saw her eyes getting wetter. It could just as well have been my imagination.

When she was done with her acrobatics routine she turned to me. She looked at me without a hint of the former loathing she once had for me. I was sure I wouldn’t be thanked, but I saw an expression of deep appreciation on Hyde’s face. That was easy to read.

She said, “I had given up on living without pain. No treatment could fully alleviate my suffering.” Hyde paused. She was clearly rattling through her brain, trying to find the right words.

“I’m glad your well,” I said with a smile. It always made me happy to see an ill person get better. I had heard it said that health was a crown that only the sick could see. What a privilege it was to gift this crown to others.

Hyde still could not express herself well enough. She fidgeted while trying to think of a way to show her gratitude. Then an idea struck her. She carefully plucked off the ring on her index finger. She held it towards me. “This ring was given to me by my mother.” The ring was golden with an immaculate diamond attached to it. “The craftsmanship is masterful, the gold is pure, and above all, the gem is considered to be the most beautiful in the world. Please take this and sell it. When my mother had it, it was appraised at millions. I’m sure these days you would receive much more.”

My jaw dropped. Millions of gold pieces were mine to have. I was going to be rich! I felt like I had just won the lottery. Speaking of the lottery, how many tickets could I buy with this? Doing a quick calculation, if I went for the fancy 50 GP scratchers, I could get at least 20,000. I would be set for life.

Hyde was quite the fat cat to have such wealth on her finger like that. She was like those people who flaunted their wealth with designer clothing and apparel.

Except that no, she wasn’t. From how she dressed, I could tell she wasn’t materialistic at all. Her armour was fit for purpose. It didn’t have gold accents or intricate decorations. Her weapon and scabbard were also surprisingly tame. The nobles at the soiree I attended had jewels of all kinds even on their weaponry.

I could tell the person before me was not similar to them. For Hyde to keep and wear this ring, I was sure it had a deep sentimental value to her. I couldn’t bear to strip her of it. It wasn’t a fair price for her to pay for my treatment.

“I can’t,” I said. “Keep it. It looks important to you.”

Hyde was surprised by my refusal to accept her payment. “How can I repay you if not with this?” she asked.

I neglected to mention that a simple ‘thank you’ and a few hundred gold pieces would be enough. I was sure that saying ‘thank you’ would be the hardest thing for Hyde. I suggested, “You could wipe my debt.” I was still technically in 1,000,000 GP worth of debt, due to me freeing slaves, and my repayment day was coming up soon.

“Debt?” Hyde asked, clearly puzzled.

Why was she confused? She was the one who came up with it. “Don’t you remember? You put me into debt for theft after I freed slaves.”

She scratched her temple. “Oh right, yes. I forgot about that.”

“You forgot?” I said.

“A lot has happened since then. You otherworlders have been committing crime after crime. It’s hard to keep up.” She flicked her wrist. “Consider the debt waived. What was the amount again? 10,000 GP? It doesn’t matter.”

I couldn’t believe how cavalier Hyde was being. I had thought the debt was something far more significant than this.

“Isn’t there anything else you would like? I believe you deserve far more for what you’ve done for me.” Hyde insisted I ask for a greater reward.

I couldn’t think of anything I needed at the moment, so I said, “How about you owe me one? You can pay me back later when I need something.”

She wasn’t fully satisfied with that, but she didn’t press me further. Testing out her fixed back some more, she did some cartwheels. When she did so, my eyes spotted something between her legs, and it reminded me of something else.

“Oh, yeah. I just remembered I need to return something to you, Hyde,” I said.

Hyde wandered over wondering what exactly I had.

I opened my inventory menu and pulled out Hyde’s panties. I held the cloth up for her to see and then placed it in her hands. “There you go.”

As she slowly registered what just happened, Hyde’s face turned beet red. The anger and resentment that disappeared before had come surging up again. “So it was you!” she shouted. “You’re the one who stole my underwear, you pervert!”

I was shocked by this sudden accusation. “No, it wasn’t me. Someone else stole them and I’m just returning your lost property,” I stammered out the explanation quickly.

She clenched the underwear in her hand, and said, “Likely story.” She did not believe me at all.

I was trying to do a good deed, but I somehow had made my situation worse off.