â...... What the heck is up with this?â
When my consciousness returned to me, I found myself inside a jail cell.
One side is a row of rusted iron bars. The remaining three walls are all stone. The ceiling is high, almost 3m up, with a small skylight.
A dirty, old rag for a bed, and a hole in the floor seemingly for waste. This is all that encompasses my entire world.
In addition, there are wooden shackles on both of my hands.
Beyond the iron bars, I see another empty cell that looks exactly the same.
âWhat a hot startâŚâŚâ
It is indeed true that âThe Guardianâ did not specify my circumstances after the transfer. Perhaps some of the blame is on me, for not askingâŚâŚ
I didnât ask because I somehow had the expectation of being in the middle of a grassy plain, or inside a forest, or even some ruins.
âIf this was a scenario written by a game master, then he must be someone with a terrible personality.â
I grumble to myself while standing up to confirm my situation.
In this case, the âgame masterâ would be The Guardian, wouldnât it? He didsay Iâm free to do whatever I want, but I do not plan on taking him at his word and completely cutting loose. The reason is because there is absolutely no way that something this elaborate would be done without any purpose.
Judging by the fact that light is coming in from the hole above my head, it must be currently noontime.
Right now, I have on a snug pair of pants and a long-sleeved shirt. My feet are, surprise surprise, bare.
My robe, my staff, and even the sling bag with my important spellbook inside are all nowhere to be seen. Even the rings that were supposed to be on my hands, all of which were magical items, have been stripped away.
âIs there no limit to the figure of speech âsuddenly and precipitatelyâ...... Dying so suddenly, then going to a strange dimension all of a sudden, and even suddenly becoming a TRPG characterâŚâŚâ
(T/N: In case anyoneâs curious, the phrase used here is ćĽčť˘ç´ä¸.)
Feeling extremely tired, I lean against the wall and hold my head.
âHaaaaa---- Iâve really come to a parallel world.â
I find myself worrying about my previous world, such as who will find my corpse, and my preparations for next weekâs meeting being still unfinished.
This might be a situation where I really should take action immediately, but I had to take several deep breathes to calm myself down.
After being dazed for several minutes, my mind finally starts working.
âWell, even without my items, as long as I can use my spellsâŚâŚ Speaking of which, I donât have my spellbook either!â
The harsh reality that I realize once again causes me to go pale.
âNot having my spellbookâŚâŚ This is quite serious.â
This item is the most important thing for all D&B wizards.
Wizards in D&B must read their spellbooks every morning in order to âcharge [prepare]â the spells that they will use that day.
Furthermore, after a spell is used, it disappears from the wizardâs consciousness, and cannot be used anymore until it is âchargedâ again the next morning.
Rather, before even that, if I donât have any spells charged at the momentâŚâŚ and without my items also, that would make the current me nothing more than an ordinary person.
Despite having been an ordinary person for 42 years, I feel a strong sense of discomfort.
âSpells, do I even have any spells chargedâŚâŚâ
Aside from the time spent playing D&B, I have never used a spell before in real life. When I scour the corners of my brain like I would for a math formulaâŚâŚ
I do indeed find a sort of independent energy in a corner of my mind. This must be the spells that I have charged. Chants, or in other words, the processes to activate those spells, naturally pop up in my brain.
Besides that, all of the knowledge that âGio Margilsâ had acquired have been imprinted into my own brain. I do have the ability to re-create my spellbook from scratch, but such an undertaking would require an enormous amount of time, money, and effort.
âI should slip out of here. And while on the way, I should definitely retrieve at least my spellbook. In the first place, who is it that put me in here anyway?â
The growing sense of danger is apparently helping my mind to start working again.
Escape is indeed important, but before that, I need to get an understanding of my current situation.
I search my jail cell, but as expected, what I am looking for is not here.
âShould I quickly use a spell and get out of here?â
What makes D&B wizards wrack their brains most is the choosing of what spells to charge for the day, and when best to use those spells.
I (as in Gio) am a max level wizard, so I am able to charge 9 spells for each and every level from 1 to 9. Conversely, having a total of 81 spells makes things more complicated.
If I want to open my shackles and my cell door, I have [Wizard Lock]. If I simply want to get away from here, then [Teleport] would do the trick. But then again, I donât knowthe situation in my surroundings, so I cannot use [Teleport].
âFor starters, letâs secure myself some peace of mind.â
Though I had a hard time deciding, I decided to use the [Invincible] spell in the end.
This is a level 9 spell, considered the most difficult level. What it does is grant me complete resistance against all attacks with normal weapons, as well as all spells at least 3 levels lower. Duration is 6 hours. It is an absolute necessity when preparing for the worst situations.
âNow thenâŚâŚ I wonder whether I can actually use my spells properlyâŚâŚâ
After taking several deep breathes, I begin the âmagical chantâ that I had repeated so many times back during the game.