An Ordinary Civil Servant’s Transfer to Another World A Gacha-Dependent Life Relying on Luck
“First, I’ll get a guild card issued at the guild.”
The morning in Eastglad was wrapped in colder air than I expected.
Amidst the town’s growing bustle, I walked toward the guild building.
A large, eye-catching sign hung over the entrance of the guild, and near the door, men who looked like adventurers were already gathered.
Pushing open the door with some hesitation, I was surprised to find the interior surprisingly orderly and clean. Several staff members behind the reception counter were busy attending to others.
I approached one of the female staff members.
“Excuse me, I’d like to register as an adventurer.”
“Yes! It’s your first time, right? Let me explain the process of registering as an adventurer.”
Led into a small private room, I listened to a detailed explanation about adventurer registration.
“To register as an adventurer, you need five silver coins. After registration, you can start as a G-rank adventurer. Anyone can register for G-rank as long as they pay the fee, and this rank system is universal across guilds worldwide.”
This matched what Baldo had told me, so I felt a bit reassured.
“The ranks start from G and go up through F, E, D, C, and so on. As your rank increases, the range of jobs you can take expands, and the rewards increase. However, be careful, as penalties may be imposed if you violate guild rules or regulations.”
“Also, importantly, you must not be a serious criminal. If you’re registering, please place your hand on this crystal.”
So this is what they meant by the guild card also serving as an identity document.
I nodded slightly and placed my hand on the crystal in front of me.
I also used my *Appraisal* skill on the crystal. They said it would glow red if someone was a major criminal, which confirmed its function. The *Appraisal* skill is incredibly useful.
I checked the crystal to ensure that my status as an otherworlder wouldn’t be exposed through my stats, but everything seemed safe, so I was relieved.
“The crystal glowed blue. Thank you. Here is your contract.”
I skimmed through the contract presented by the staff and paid five silver coins.
It was quite expensive, but all they needed was my name and confirmation that I wasn’t a criminal.
As the staff explained, essentially, if you have the money, they issue an identity document and grant you G-rank status.
After a short wait during the processing, I received my guild card—a small metal plate engraved with my name and rank.
“Now you’re officially a G-rank adventurer. Reissuing it will cost the same amount, so please don’t lose it. If you ever need help, rely on the guild.”
I thanked her and left.
Holding the guild card gave me a sense of security.
Well, it was security bought with money, but this was my new starting line.
After leaving the guild, I headed to my next destination: the slave trader.
“To be honest, I feel a bit resistant to the word ‘slave’…”
But since I’m hiding my identity as someone from another world, traveling normally with just anyone carries significant risks.
Based on Baldo’s advice, I decided to check out what options were available.
The slave trader’s shop was one of the sturdiest-looking buildings in the town.
Upon entering, I was greeted by an oppressive atmosphere and an elderly man who came forward to meet me.
“Welcome. What brings you here today?”
“Uh… I’d like to see some slaves.”
“Understood. And what kind of budget are you considering?”
They asked about money right away. I wanted to avoid being taken advantage of, but since I had no idea about the market rate, I had no choice but to be honest.
“About 10 gold coins.”
The man narrowed his eyes and nodded, saying, “I see,” before leading me to a back room.
The room we were led to was dimly lit but exuded a certain solemn atmosphere. A thick ledger and a small lantern sat on a wooden table, blending the refined elegance unique to slave traders with a practical businesslike air.
“First, let me give you an overview of our establishment and the slave system.”
After being seated in the room, I received a basic explanation about slavery—probably standard procedure for first-time customers.
“This country, Arstia, has the most active slave trade, and our selection is more extensive than in other countries. While slavery exists in the neighboring Free Federation of Selvarna, their selection is less varied. Due to ongoing wars, our country has a higher number of slaves.”
“Do people become slaves after losing their families in war?”
“In simple terms, yes. Especially beastfolk. In the case of humans, captured individuals are often held as prisoners of war for negotiation purposes. However, beastfolk nations operate on an ‘all or nothing’ mindset when they lose a war, refusing negotiations. Meanwhile, humans keep beastfolk as slaves without legal protection, and I’ve heard their treatment is brutal.”
Further explanations about the laws followed.
“In our country, unjust violence against slaves or unauthorized sexual acts are strictly punished. However, in the noble states to the west, slaves have almost no human rights protection, so there are significant differences depending on the country.”
Aha… What about the treatment of slaves in Selvarna?”
“It’s fairly similar to our country, but because of the Labyrinth City, you’ll sometimes see slaves integrated into adventurer parties. So, it’s not just the wealthy who own slaves—it’s more common.”
I see. This aligns with what Baldo and the others mentioned. Forming a party with slaves seems to be quite normal.
The shopkeeper excused himself to speak briefly with the slaves before returning. It was finally time for the introductions.
“First, allow me to present our top recommendation.”
With those words, the man slowly opened the door to the back room.
At that moment, my eyes were met with a young girl with soft brown hair, pure white wolf ears, and a fluffy tail swaying gently.
“This is Almerita. She’s a werewolf girl, still young, but her beauty and potential are guaranteed.”
Almerita’s eyes were a pale amber color, gazing directly at me.
In that instant, I felt as though my heart had been captured by her. It wasn’t logical—I just sensed something special.
“Wow… a kemonomimi (animal-eared) beauty.”
I muttered silently to myself.
But I desperately suppressed any outward expression. Revealing emotions in such a place could be dangerous.
Still, I couldn’t help but be deeply moved by seeing kemonomimi for the first time. It made me realize once again that I was in a fantasy world.
“Since Almerita is a werewolf, she isn’t suited for combat. However, her intelligence and loyalty are remarkable. We specifically brought her here instead of sending her to the capital. As I mentioned earlier, she was captured as a prisoner of war and has been here for about three months.”
I stared intently at Almerita and activated my *Appraisal* skill.
**Almerita**
White Wolf Girl, Age 14
Occupation: Slave
Level: 1
HP: 31
MP: 7
Strength: 19
Stamina: 14
Magic Power: 3
Resistance: 9
Agility: 17
Skills: Intuition D, Presence Detection D, Swordsmanship D
Unique Skills: None
Though her level was only 1, what caught my attention was “White Wolf.” Appraising further revealed that White Wolves were described as a rare species among beastfolk, known to excel in close combat due to their immense growth in strength, stamina, and agility.
Additionally, her skills—Intuition D, Presence Detection C, and Swordsmanship C—suggested that working with her would greatly expand my range of action. Actually, she seemed way too strong.
Staring too intensely must have startled Almerita, as she looked surprised.
Of course, being stared down by a strange man would naturally make her uneasy.
“Uh… How much is this girl?”
Not knowing the etiquette of such places, I went straight to the point. The shopkeeper’s next words hit me hard.
“Almerita costs 25 gold coins.”
His tone was calm, but those words yanked me back to reality.
25 gold coins.
My total assets amounted to 18 gold coins and 5 silver coins. Considering living expenses and travel costs, I could only freely use about 10 gold coins, as I had calculated earlier.
Wait, didn’t I say my budget was 10 gold coins?
Glancing at Almerita, her dignified amber eyes seemed to be waiting for my next words.
Unable to withstand her gaze, I grimaced.
“I’m sorry, but as I said earlier, my current budget is 10 gold coins.”
At that moment, a faint but unmistakable look of disappointment crossed Almerita’s face.
It was brief, but that expression tightened my chest.
She quickly masked her feelings, but the pain lingered in my heart.
“I see. That’s unfortunate, but understandable.”
The shopkeeper remained calm, smiling slightly as he continued.
“However, considering Almerita’s value, this price is reasonable—if not outright a bargain.”
The shopkeeper’s words carried conviction.
Moreover, he mistakenly thought the White Wolf species was a werewolf species.
Considering her various skills, I probably understood her true worth better than he did.
“A capable status and a kemonomimi beauty. I can’t help but like her… But prioritizing survival, I should pretend I didn’t see her.”
I tried to convince myself, but the feeling smoldered deep within, refusing to die.
What was this emotion?
“Could you show me the other slaves?”
I tried to stay calm and requested to see other options.
To suppress my lingering attachment to Almerita.
Afterward, the shopkeeper introduced over ten slaves. Humans and beastfolk, varying in age and personality, but none of them felt quite right.
Actually, it was more accurate to say that Almerita’s initial impression was so strong that everyone else paled in comparison.
“I’ll think about it again. Thank you for today.”
When I said this, the shopkeeper leaned forward slightly, still smiling.
“Very well. Today is the 14th, and the next market opens four days later on the 18th. Please make your decision by the evening of the 17th, three days from now. I’ll reserve Almerita for you in the meantime.”
“Huh? But I don’t have the money to buy her?”
“No need to worry. This is a reservation on our part. No deposit is required. My *Intuition* skill tells me you’ll make the right decision.”
Surprised, I decided to appraise the shopkeeper using my *Appraisal* skill.
**Fons**
Skills: Intuition D, Negotiation D, Contract Magic
I see. The shopkeeper indeed possessed the *Intuition* skill. Confirming his words to be genuine, I nodded lightly.
“Thank you. I’ll think about it.”
“Then, please give me your answer by the evening of the third day.”
Stepping outside, it was around noon. A slightly warmer breeze caressed my cheeks gently.
I took a deep breath, trying to cool my head.
“My total assets are currently about 18 gold coins. I need to keep at least 5 gold coins aside for travel expenses to the neighboring country and immediate living costs. Almerita costs 25 gold coins, so I need to earn roughly 15 more within the next three days, including today… Is such madness even possible?”
No, it’s not about whether it’s possible.
I want to try.
I feel like I absolutely have to buy her. What is this feeling?
“Ah! This is the feeling of wanting to pull out all the stops to roll for a high-performance kemonomimi beauty character in a gacha game!”
I’m aware it’s disrespectful to treat a real person this way, but emotions don’t lie. The closest feeling I’ve experienced was splurging on a limited-time gacha in a mobile game.
If Almerita had appeared in a social game gacha, I’d have absolute confidence that I’d spend until I fully unlocked her. No, I’d definitely do it.
My previously confused feelings suddenly settled, as if everything clicked into place.
“Wow, I was worried I’d suddenly turned into a lolicon or a potential criminal.”
Now that I’d clarified my thoughts, things were simple.
I strongly resolved to gather money no matter what, clenching my fists tightly.
These next three days, including today, would be my trial.
For the future where I could welcome Almerita (the kemonomimi beauty), I was ready to move forward.