Isekai: An imaginary world constructed by writers of modern society.
A world that exists only in pictures and words, a world of purely imaginary elements.
No, it's not even a world. It's not right to call something that is not real a world.
A project?
A design?
A product?
A dream?
Oh right! Maybe it's all just a dream.
The young beggar without one arm that I woke up in after being run over by Truck-kun, the crowd on the street seen from the other side of the alley, the vendors shouting their products...
Maybe it was all just a dream...
After all these thoughts, the beggar, who smelled bad because he hadn't washed for a long time, lay down again in the shade of the alley and tried to ignore the horrible feeling of hunger and wanted to sleep again.
But before he opened his eyes in this body, he was just an ordinary university graduate.
If the driver of the truck coming to deliver goods to the grocery store had pulled the handbrake before getting out of the truck, he might not even be here.
Hunger is not a calamity that a lazy young man who has grown up in the modern age can face.
It took only a few seconds for the young man who closed his eyes and tried to wake up from his dream to realize this fact.
With the next assault of hunger on his mind, he frowned and leaned against the wall, pressing his stomach with his remaining arm.
Just by looking at the people walking down the street from a distance, he could see that the isekai world he had opened his eyes to was a medieval world. And in such an age, no sane person would share what little food they had with him. But...
Knowing that he had to try, even if the odds were one in a thousand, the smelly youth forced himself to his feet and staggered towards the crowded street.
Apparently, not only was his left arm missing, but for some unknown reason his one leg wasn't moving as he wanted it to.
He wanted to walk out of the street by dragging his unstable right leg along the ground, but with every step he took, he realized that his body was in worse shape than he thought.
This narrow and dark alley was not just an ordinary alley; the walls were made of red-hot iron, the floor was made of broken glass, and the oxygen in the air was lung-burning as if there was not enough oxygen.
Fortunately, the urge to survive was enough to carry this unskilled boy to the end of the street. A few steps from the end of the street, his dry lips parted as if preparing to speak.
Just then a little girl passing by on the street noticed him and turned to say something to the man who was following behind her.
Thanks to this small coincidence, this young man did not find out today how correct his assumption was that people would not help him.
At first glance, the little girl and the man behind her seemed to be just an ordinary father and daughter, but when the man bent down to listen to her words and when she finished speaking, he did what she said without hesitation, some sharp-eyed observers quickly realized that this girl was anything but ordinary.
Behind the red-eyed girl with black hair and red eyes, about 9-10 years old, a middle-aged servant in a suit quickly approached the young man on the street and began to check his condition.
After a few minutes of checking, the servant left the dirty boy leaning against the wall and returned to his young mistress to report.
"My lady, this boy has been beaten so badly that there is hardly a bone left in his body. It is a complete miracle that he is even alive now. Even if you insist on treating him, only someone at the head doctor level can do that."
"I don't care. I've already said it once, now I have to back it up, don't I?"
The servant couldn't say anything more after listening to his young mistress because he knew that what she was saying had been taught to him by his mother just the other day.
But the idea of taking a beggar from the street to a chief physician was still unrealistic. With a troubled expression, the servant once again tried to convince his young mistress.
"Young lady, even if it were you, it would be out of your budget to ask the chief physician to treat a beggar so injured. And even if the chief doctor treats him, his severed arm will not come back."
"Albert"
This time the young lady did not say a long sentence, but only the name of her servant. When the servant heard the tone in which she said his name, his face blanched for a moment and without hesitation he came to the almost unconscious beggar and took him in his arms.
Meanwhile, the shopkeepers in the neighborhood wanted to sell something to the little girl, who was dressed like a commoner, but none of them dared to approach because of the strangeness of the situation. Regardless of the little girl's rank, the penalty for provoking a nobleman is execution for any commoner.
When the little girl saw the looks on the faces of the people around her, she realized that her day's excursion had come to an end and left with her servant, who was carrying a wounded beggar who had been knocked unconscious.