His Time Alone in Another World
'...I've been wandering around here for days now.'
...was what he thought as he wandered around the forest.
He ended up here, all alone while passing by that veil.
Upon arrival here, he was so frustrated. And angry. And desperate.
He hated it when people withheld information from him when needed most. Due to that, it cost him a lot. He wished he had means of getting it from people easily. He hated it when people just won't be damn truthful. Was there a way to get around liars?
- desire to gain information from people. Unique Skill: Questioning, acquired.
He really regretted not studying much now. Had he done so before leading Dumbledore's Army, he would have fared better at the Ministry. He wished he knew more magic than anyone and he hated having a wand around. What if it broke at the worst timing? He wished he can easily cast wandless! No need for wands and magic tools then!
- desire to gain magical knowledge. Unique Skill: Archmage, acquired.
Damn, his body hurts...he's known pain all his life in many forms he's used to over the years, he wished he can recover quickly to bounce back.
- Corrosion Nullification, acquired.
- Physical Attack Resistance, acquired.
- Pain Resistance, acquired.
- Paralysis Resistance, acquired.
- Poison Nullification, acquired.
- Pierce Resistance, acquired.
- Spiritual Attack Resistance, acquired.
- desire for quick recovery. Extra Skill: Ultraspeed Regeneration, acquired.
- desire to bounce back. Battlewill: Bound, acquired.
Suddenly, Harry found his scar bursting and bleeding out foul-smelling ooze and...a spirit coming out of it. He's sure it's painful as hell, if he hadn't heard the fact that he has Pain Resistance.
It's freaking Voldemort who has a bit of his soul in his head!
Furious as that might possibly explain why he was tricked into the Ministry, he cast Holy Magic in his anger.
He had the knowledge and abilities to do so. Who'd have thought that Unique Skill comes conveniently?!
'DISINTEGRATION!' he snarled in his rage and destroyed Voldemort who howled in sheer agony before ceasing to exist. He also easily cleaned up the stinky black ooze flowing down his face as the pain was gone. Pain Resistance aside, he healed instantly. '...Toto, I'm not in Kansas.' he swore. 'I don't think I'm in Earth anymore either considering what I suddenly got.' he sighed. 'I hope Sirius is as lucky as I am. I don't want language issues either.'
Suddenly, his world behind his glasses got blurrier and his head felt lighter.
He removed his glasses to learn his eyesight is now...clear.
He happily disposed of his glasses.
He roamed the forest for weeks as to his horror, monster he's sure was not in Hogwarts Curriculum were around. He had to work to survive and eat. He knows what's edible and what's not thanks to Appraisal Magic, and used magic for pretty much anything as he has no tools. Just his wand. He is also a Master Potioneer by default, coming with his Skill in a package! Cool beans!
He learned that monsters are a lot more nutritious too. His malnourished body healed and developed faster. He is also...Hagrid-strong without cheating with magic.
He is now a head taller, and while lanky, got defined muscles over time. He healed from sunburns and by carefully using magic, he got evened out, fair skintone and can easily groom himself. His crooked teeth made straight and he was his own dentist. He also keeps tabs on his body, even if he had Ultraspeed Regeneration. Sure he heals and has resistances and nulls, but it doesn't protect him from illnesses. He knows how the body works and what is bad for it. He doesn't have Temperature Resistances either. Damn.
He also cast Immortal Magic on himself so he won't age from being physically almost 16 years old. He will not age unless he removes the spell on himself. He wanted to roam the world in search of Sirius without his age hindering him. Who knows how large the world is and how long it'd take? As long as he doesn't get bad news, he considers his Godfather alive for now and he won't stop until he finds him.
His clothes and shoes wore out over time from fights that he began wearing fur and leather. No string or needle? No problem!
He also kept the usable parts as because of his Appraisal, he knows that carapaces, hides and bones will sell well.
He has a massive collection spanning a year in his Storage Space already.
He came to leave the forest by sheer luck, seeing a massive field of wheat, and up ahead is clearly...a gate...with a loooong line of people!
Wow.
Civilization!
He lined up too.
Took all day.
'Purpose? Identification?' the Gate Guard asked him.
'Selling monster parts. My name is Harry.' said Harry. 'I figure after selling my stuff off, I need to buy new clothes.' he said, taking out his Storage and pulled out furs.
'Mm. In you go. You're no Merchant and Adventurer but Hunter, you got a week here to do your business as a non-Dwargon Citizen.' said the Guard. Harry nodded before going in.
He sought out blacksmiths as his wares are wanted. His wares were graded B and C by his magic.
If to muggles, A is top grade, E would be...like Troll?
He sold all his stuff that netted him 85811 gold coins. Well, he did amass all those in a year! He left many shops happy even if they gave him what gold coins they've got.
He can then buy classy clothing which he can apply enchantments on. He was happy to own good clothes that fit him for a change. Sure he owned casual clothes all of which he enchanted that his outfits became Special-Grade.
Upon finishing his week's stay in Dwargon, he got information he wanted.
Money.
Market Prices, that upon seeing prices, he found that he has a small fortune on his person as a result.
Because he was magically ageless, he was able to apply in Mutual-Aid Association as an Adventurer, specializing as a Mage. He had no citizenship in this world, so this was the only job he can get. He faked many things in his application form but made sure some things are legit, like locations. He lied that he was from an Orphanage in Ingrassia but considering it's neglected state, it's convenient for him.
He was not allowed to enroll until he had a weapon as basic and only requirement. He was forced to buy one. He bought a normal weapon, which he enchanted to the gills to make it Special-Grade.
He received education and training as apparently, 75% of humans cannot read or write well...Education lasted him one year. Reading and Writing, Math, Geography, Monsterology, Adventurer Basics Training, Physical Training, and Specialized Class Training(this, he dumbed down a little).
He started at Novice Rank.
Given the system, it's kinda...crude. Harry recognized that with a system like this, Adventurers can possibly die from 'mis-ranked missions'.
To conceal how powerful he really was, he had to get cunning and crafty, and planned everything just to avoid unwanted attention.
He got traumatized from being the Boy-Who-Lived, thank you.
"Phew...now that I'm done with a year of school, let's start with good ol' gathering I suppose."
Gatherings are missions for Novices like him anyway. And they do not consider you an Adventurer without having enough gatherings under your belt.
Sure, it's easy and not much risks, but the main enemy here is Time because it'll take you a while to collect what's in your quest. That, and anyone can get a bad day. But success is paramount. You must run for your life with your haul. Naturally, damaged goods gets you demerits. Because for the Association to exist, they must be reliable. One too many failures gets you expelled than keep you around.
The Association has a high turnover rate. Very few Novices survive this job due to a really bad system. 10/100, 5/10 for Intermediates, and 1/5 for Advanced rankers.
"Fine by me. I'm strong anyway." Harry thought with a scoff as he teleported to the edge of the forest not far from Dwargon so he can make requests. Rare Grades are too damn fancy in the market. He needs a customized equipment set that looks as normal and boring as possible to conceal the nature of his gear.
So he made a visit to Kaijin.
'Ah? Rare-Grade but made to look as boring as possible enough to be mistaken for a Normal?' Kaijin was perplexed. He remembers this guy. He sold high-class wares to him that he was able to push materials to its limit, so he owes him big that he made a killing!
'Yeah.' said Harry. 'As I am now given how the Association works, I need to level up quickly. But also, prevent myself from becoming target of thieves too because if one can afford flashy gear...'
'...you'd be a target for your purse.' Kaijin finished grimly in understanding. 'Got it. Magisteel or your monster wares?'
'Monster Wares...can you go really high in Magisteel?' Harry asked him. 'At least 65%?'
'Considering supply I can push 100% for the next ten years, but supply will begin to dwindle then given what the miners are reporting which is why you gotta take chances now.' Kaijin warned him. 'You're lucky for now. You gotta think of the bigger picture as if I give you a weapon of 100% magisteel, it'll be something you'll use forever.'
'...then my public weapon will be out of monster carapace, a magic staff that's also good for bludgeoning and can be secretly split in half for dual wielding batons. My Magisteel Weapon will have to be a sword. My trump if my boring staff broke.' Harry decided. 'A sword good for skinny guys like me who's also good at speed and agility, and capable of containing enchantments. Since magisteel is also a good magic conduit, all the better. Something like...this.' "I saw this on TV once...just my cup of tea."
It was a slender sword with simple designs with a white blade. It's good for two-handed wielding. 'In dark gray and silver please, but blade stays white.'
'Alright laddie, the boring one will be done in a week.' Kaijin snorted. 'Your request will take four months. A 100% magisteel sword demands that much effort, but worth it! Boring Staff for 600 gold, Magic Sword for 19000 gold and that's already for a slender sword like yours. The people who asked for larger swords due to height and musculature are already neck-deep in debt that their families are in debt for about 50 generations in a normal situation. Much costlier than yours.' Harry had a very strained smile.
If his is considered cheap...yup, he does not envy beefy guys.
Wait...normal situation?
This means swords for Dwargon Military Members. Naturally King Gazel pays for it using tax money so his men are lucky.
'Wow, I could live a life in the countryside in a hundred years with that kinda money.' Harry chuckled as he effortlessly paid up. He can easily take it back with hunting anyway.
'Magisteel is worth that much that gear made of monsters is more economical.' Kaijin shrugged. Money accepted, time to work!
Harry rented a first-class hotel because he needed one that accommodates baths and breakfast in bed.
The most he did was rest and recover in his room.
That, and be a tourist and have fun at night.
Dwargon is a nation of Dwarves and other demi-human races. They maintain a neutral stance due to their export being Equipment and Potions. If stuff happens, they'll never side with anyone and with good reason...half the dwarven military are evolved. Whoever they aided would be guaranteed a landslide victory and that's unfair.
However, offend Dwargon...good luck getting by in this world. You need their equipment and potions to survive this world full of monsters! Thus, no country dares to mess with this nation. They espouse neutrality, no prejudice nor bigotry, and meritocracy.
The dwarves are friendly but he dare not guess what pisses them off.
It's a Craftsman and Magic Nation due to presences of mages too. So everything here is very artsy with magical high-level security.
He asked around for specialists in looking for missing people...and got himself into a Cabaret of lady elves.
'Hey there! Aren't you a little...young to be here?' one of the ladies in revealing gowns asked worriedly.
'Ahhh I'm not here for what adults do...I'm here for your specialist.' said Harry. 'I heard she's great at looking for the lost with her spirit magic.' he said. 'I'm looking for someone I got separated with, but no luck.' he said with a sad smile. 'It's been almost two years now.'
'Sorry to hear that hun. This way.' the blonde elf took him to a private corner where a dark-skinned brunette sat. 'You got a customer!' she said as Harry sat across the lady nervously and the blonde left them alone.
'...otherworlders like you are pretty common, you know?' the dark elf said. She quickly guessed what he was. 'Most of you are summoned by countries against your wills due to Otherworlders gaining valuable Unique Skills that can power up their military. They can't be free because if their skills are valuable, say hello to Cursed Slave Collars.' Harry stiffened at her words. 'You on the other hand, is a true Otherworlder because you come here by sheer luck or fated to come here by the World itself. People of this world tend to call your kind 'strays' as nobody summoned you, you're here all of a sudden for no reason.'
'Right...I know I'm safe in this country but human nations are no dice. I have to hide what I am then.' said Harry. 'I value my freedom and I have my fair share of asshole adults where I'm from.' he said bitterly. 'About my Godfather...is he here? We fell into a deadly magic tool together. We should be here yet I'm here alone.'
'Your godfather eh...' the elf used her magic on the crystal and he's...in the forest too and...earning his keep with people with horns by doing magic for this and that! 'This him?'
'Yes!' Harry gasped in relieved joy that his only family left is alive and happier than when he last saw him. 'He's alive...' he choked out in tears. The lady comforted him with a soothing head pat. 'Where is that forest?!' Harry gasped out.
'It's in Jura. Look for Veldora's Cave.' said the lady. 'Then from it's entrance, travel straight southeast. At your pace, it's about one week away.'
'He seems to be well...the way humans here talk about majin they sound like they're feral savages, but where I'm from, they got more moral character than any human I know so I'm more inclined on liking majin anyway.' he admitted. 'If Sirius is living well compared to last I saw him, they are treating him well indeed.' he said, feeling better after months of anxiety. 'I should prepare gifts of gratitude. What would that tribe want?'
'Well, they don't want money, they have no use for that.' the lady chimed. 'They want more practical things. Like food and materials.'
'Got it. Given my skills, I can definitely go practical.' Harry grinned, rummaging into his purse. 'At least I know he's OK and that's all that matters. Thanks ma'am!' he gave the woman...a hundred gold and ran out the cabaret.
'H-hey! You overpaid!' the lady called out before helplessly scratching her head. '...jeez...I know happy customers give tips but...what a tip.' she choked out, eyeing the pile of money on her table. She basically got a stellar off the human kid.
Girls like her tend to earn in small golds per customer. Less than five gold coins usually, even if they're nobles. Six if they got a great time. Then this boy gave her a hundred simply for being happy that his family is here with him, alive AND well.
"Well...he's a wounded soul where family is a very sensitive issue for him." she thought in sympathy, pocketing her money. "For one who is dealt with lousy cards in life, his capacity for love is great. Perhaps, a little too great."