Work Prophet
Chapter 385 - 3 The otherworldly journey of Niu Xiangui

Chapter 385: Chapter 3 The otherworldly journey of Niu Xiangui

Niu Xiangui had just arrived in this strange world and was surrounded by a group of natives who spoke an unintelligible language, which made Li Yu, who stood beside him and spoke Mandarin like himself, seem all the more endearing.

He had planned to ask Li Yu more about this world later, but unexpectedly, when he turned back after a short while, Li Yu had already disappeared.

Niu Xiangui’s eyes widened as he searched through the crowd for Li Yu’s figure, but after scanning the area, he could not find the familiar black suit anywhere.

At that moment, Niu Xiangui suddenly felt a sense of helplessness and insecurity surge within him, reminiscent of when he was a child sent to a boarding school and lay on the dormitory window seeing his parents leave on a bus.

Just then, someone patted him on the back, "Niu Servant."

It took Niu Xiangui a moment to realize he was being called since he had just crossed over not long ago and still hadn’t fully assimilated to his new identity.

Fortunately, he quickly gathered his wits, and then realized that the person was speaking Mandarin.

"Hey, I’m here!" Niu Xiangui hastily responded, turning around to see a young girl.

Niu Xiangui remembered that this girl seemed to have been following Li Yu all along, clearly having a special relationship with him.

"Come with me, I’ll take you to where you’ll be staying."

The girl’s eyes were very clean, devoid of any impurity as she looked at Niu Xiangui, melting away the defenses of a man who had always been scheming with colleagues and superiors in the workplace.

"You can... you speak our language, are you a transmigrator too?" Niu Xiangui asked, pleasantly surprised.

"No, I’ve lived here since I was young and have never left this land. No, that’s not right, I did go out for a bit when I was kidnapped," Clara corrected herself, "As for the Divine Language and the Divine Script, those were taught to me by Prophet Merlin."

"I see," Niu Xiangui nodded, then asked, "Where’s Prophet Merlin, how come I haven’t seen him?"

"The Prophet went back to the Divine Country."

"He left? When did he go?" Niu Xiangui was taken aback.

"Just now. Prophet talked to Miss Irelia, and then he just vanished into thin air. If you had looked this way at that time, you would have witnessed this miraculous scene."

"Can he freely traverse the planes? Right, my soul was brought here by him." Niu Xiangui slapped his forehead, enviously saying, "Such a power could only belong to a God."

"No, no, no, please don’t say that, the Double Rest Sect has only one God, and that is the great Saturday, and Prophet Merlin is Saturday’s spokesperson in the mortal world," the little maid explained earnestly, hands on her hips.

"Saturday, the God you worship is called Saturday?" Niu Xiangui was once again startled.

"That’s right, Niu Servant, you come from the Divine Country, so you must have heard of the name of Saturday," she said.

"I’ve heard, indeed," Niu Xiangui’s expression was a bit odd, "Where I’m from, everyone loves Saturday, but..."

"But what?"

"Never mind, it’s not important." Niu Xiangui seemed to have thought of something and suddenly lost interest in the conversation, he sighed and shook his head listlessly.

Clara did not press further and simply led Niu Xiangui to a carriage.

Seeing the carriage rekindled Niu Xiangui’s spirits somewhat, "Wow, a carriage!"

Afterward, he circled it twice. He had only seen such things in TV dramas and games before and never expected to one day see one in person, let alone have the chance to ride in it.

Anyway, on his first night in Green Field, Niu Xiangui found everything fascinating.

Especially when he followed the little maid back to the territory of the Double Rest Sect and saw the rows of red brick houses and the Northeastern Kang beds inside, as well as what appeared to be a cinema resembling a cultural palace, he was momentarily lost, feeling a strange intertwining of space and time.

Clara led Niu Xiangui to his new home, which was also a newly built red brick house with a doorplate hanging at the front, inscribed in Chinese characters with "Transmigrator Apartment No. 001".

In addition, there were some necessary living supplies inside, including firewood, bedsheets, blankets, and a set of clothes for changing.

"It’s too late today, and you must be tired from just being resurrected, so let’s leave it at that. Starting tomorrow, I’ll come to teach you the Universal Language of the Continent. Study hard because there will be an exam in three months.

"The exam results will also affect your future job placement because, after all, if you have difficulty in communication, there are many jobs you just won’t be able to do."

After pausing, Clara added, "During your training period, your board and lodging expenses will be taken care of by the Double Rest Sect, and additionally, you’ll receive a subsidy of one silver coin per month. However, after three months, these benefits will no longer exist.

"But you can continue to rent the apartment, only you’ll have to pay for it. Furthermore, in the future, once you save enough money or Divine Country points, you can buy your own small courtyard."

Niu Xiangui nodded repeatedly, "Mhmm, I’m familiar with this process."

"I’ve said almost everything that needs to be said, so let’s meet tomorrow. Servant Niu, I wish you all the best in your future life and that you may write your own legend on the Bratis Continent."

The little maid blinked her eyes, ready to turn around and leave, but Niu Xiangui stopped her.

"Wait, I don’t even know your name."

"My Christian name is Mary; you can just call me Mary, Servant Niu."

"All right, Teacher Mary."

Niu Xiangui saw Clara off and then returned to his apartment, feeling a bit thirsty and wanting to pour himself a glass of water. However, after searching through the entire apartment, he only found an empty water jug in the kitchen.

So Niu Xiangui could only pick up a wooden bucket and go out to fetch water.

Due to the language barrier, he couldn’t ask other people in the territory about the location of the well, and he had also forgotten to ask Clara where she lived; now, he could only wander around aimlessly, hoping for good luck.

It took him an hour to finally find a well. After drawing water and starting back, he got lost again.

Fortunately, he encountered a helpful lizard person. After much gesturing and use of his hands and feet, Niu Xiangui managed to convey his message, and the lizard person led him back to the Transmigrator Apartment.

By this time, Niu Xiangui’s throat was parched, but since he had graduated from junior high, he hadn’t drunk unboiled water, especially not this kind of well water that hadn’t been disinfected or filtered.

So he gritted his teeth and decided to boil the water. He faced the same problem that Li Yu had encountered when he first arrived here.

After striking the fire steel for a long time, he forgot to put fire tinder beneath it. He could see the sparks, but he couldn’t light the kindling below.

Niu Xiangui’s wrists were sore from the effort, and he was sweating profusely. Exasperated that the water was right there but he couldn’t drink it, he was almost brought to tears by his own stupidity.

The pride of being a transmigrator had completely disappeared at this point.

When he read novels on the web before, the protagonists would arrive in other worlds and dominate, making the natives bow down at the drop of a hat, or they would be engulfed in deadly dangers but still manage to devise brilliant strategies to turn the tide.

But no one wrote about transmigrators needing to go to language school first and not even being able to drink a pot of water.

Indeed, artistic creation is an embellishment of life.

In the end, Niu Xiangui had no choice but to compromise, drinking some cool water in the dark before dragging his tired body to bed.

His first night in Green Field was spent with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, anxiety, and unease as he drifted into sleep.