"Master, try this sandwich. Apparently they're called hamburgers? Anyway, they're delicious," said one of Ooro's disciples, Amaki, after trying one bite of it.
After exchanging all their pocket coins for Credits, they had all applied for different jobs.
The knights had applied in construction, preferring to all apply as a group.
Meanwhile, the mages applied for different jobs.
Ooro applied as an academy teacher specializing in math.
His first disciple, Tan, applied to a paper factory.
His second disciple, Erne, applied to be part of the city's administration.
His third disciple, Culia, applied as an accountant for the old goblin's farm.
His fourth disciple, Amaki, applied as a chef to a restaurant.
His fifth disciple, Filbert, applied as a bloodbag. A job in which he would only need to offer his blood every single day in exchange for Credits. Shockingly, this one paid the most.
The group had figured out the city's vampire ecosystem.
A lot of people worked as bloodbags either as their main job or as a side hustle.
Vampires needed these bloodbags for a steady supply of blood, their food.
The salary for these bloodbags are huge amounts of Credits. Which explained why even farmers could get rich here.
'One part of the puzzle has been solved,' thought Ooro.
Lucky had even implemented a system in which the Oer Trading Company sold their products to the locals as well, in the form of convenience stores.
These convenience stores sold everything essential and even some non-essential items. But these convenience stores were located in the city, not yet seen by the group.
'But where are they getting all the money from??' He thought.
Unbeknownst to him, Oer had been trading with merchant guilds in Utara and in Avant for years now.
As a Royal Mage, well, former Royal Mage, he had never cared about merchants.
Even until now, Ooro remained pretty ignorant in the field of business.
"Let us go to the city now," spoke Ooro.
"I agree," complied Aurea.
They had refilled their waterskins and restocked on food.
"According to the old farmer, we should reach the city by dusk," said Culia, Ooro's third disciple.
"So not that long then," said Ooro after looking at the position of the sun.
Currently, dusk was around half-an-hour away.
"Look at the crowd, it'd be a miracle if we were to reach the city by dusk...." said Aurea.
The main road to the city was packed with people.
Goblins, vampire goblins, and even other races.
Seeing all the vampire goblins walking freely even under the sunlight made Ooro's head hurt.
However, he gained a new respect for them.
'It's concerning that they are fine under the sun, but since they aren't attacking anyone openly, they seem to be rational at least,' thought Ooro.
He also took into account the bloodbag system and thought to himself, 'it's a disgusting yet logical system. It seems this vampire colony wants to stay here officially out in the open.'
****
In the former war room of Oer, was a crowd of people.
Specifically humans.
They were brought here for one purpose.
Because they claimed of knowing the White Room, what Lucky personally called the Tutorial.
Nervousness could be seen on their faces.
"Number 101, you're up next!" Stated a vampire soldier.
In a separate tent away from the former war room's tent, Lucky had been manually checking these people.
The previous human, participant number 100, did not know what the tutorial was.
Over the past couple of weeks, Lucky had been singling out the people who claimed they knew about the white room.
But even now, after the 100th person, he hadn't found a single compatriot.
Of course, he could have told his soldiers to profile them based on their age beforehand due to the Tutorial turning them all into children.
However, there was a major flaw to that.
Did the other humans or non-humans fall into this world at the same time?
What if they fell here long before him?
What if he was the first to fall here long before the others?
What if he was the only one in this planet to have come from Earth?
So many questions, and zero answers.
To combat his ignorance of this subject, he had to start finding his fellow transmigrators.
Suddenly, an old man had entered the room.
'He looks to be around 80 uears old? No, maybe the harshness of this world made him look older than he should. Maybe he's in his fifties or sixties?' Thought Lucky.
"Are you one of us?" The old man immediately asked.
'Strange, to ask me first instead of the other way around. Could it be?' Thought Lucky.
"What do you mean by "one of us", old man?" Asked Lucky.
"You were the one trying to find people. Why ask back when you already know?" Responded the old man in an irking way.
"So, are you from Earth?" Asked Lucky.
"Obviously," responded the old man.
"What about your 3 choices?" Asked Lucky.
"Those useless things? I chose talent in magic, the draconic heart trait, and the draconic mind trait," spoke the old man monotonously.
"...."
Lucky was speechless.
He had finally found an Earthling like himself.
Ignoring the fact that the fellow Earthling was insulting Draconic Mind, it was all too shocking.
"W-well, what about the others?" Asked Lucky.
"Others? What others? We're the only two left. Unless you know of someone else," spoke the old man derisively.
"Huh? The only two left?!" Asked Lucky.
"Did you live under a rock for these past 2 millennia or did you lose your memories?" Asked the old man, who was increasingly finding this whole conversation more absurd.
"Wait wait wait! Did you just say 2 millennia? What do you mean by that?! Please explain it from the beginning!" Pleaded Lucky.
"You really don't know?" Asked the old man with an incredulous look towards Lucky.
"No! I truly don't! I arrived here about 5 or 6 years ago. Now, explain to me what is going on, or.... what had been going?" Demanded Lucky.
"Fine, but not here," spoke the old man.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Lucky and the old man was suddenly brought to a white space.
'I-is this the Tutorial??' Thought Lucky.
"Not quite," said the old man.