Jordan continued to spend his days as a busy miner, and earn a steady amount of experience points. It seemed like now that the Transmigrator System has been activated, it was producing experience points for all sorts of things. Jordan assumed that if something required effort, there would be an experience point reward. Cooking earned him experience points, and even walking to and from work, or around town to do shopping, would produce experience points. Thus, Jordan now had what he thought to be an abundance of experience points; so much that Jordan thought it would be a waste to trade it for silvers or gold.

  Jordan had now been a miner for 2 weeks, and he had roughly 50,000 experience points. Seeing that it had build up so much, Jordan decided to lay down on his bed at the end of the work day, and have a good look at the experience store.

  Jordan scrolls through the various skills and abilities, as well the assortment of items available, and he couldn’t help but shake his head. Why did all these things seem so fantastical? Are these things real? He wonders.

  There were purchasable skills for all sorts of weapon handling abilities, such as swordsmanship, spearmanship, or archery. There were even magical skills such as fire magic, water or earth magic, or even space magic! How wild is that. Jordan thinks.

  If Jordan was being honest, this was a bit more than his mind was able to accept. First and foremost, he was a miner, and for what reason would a miner need to know space magic? At most, he could purchase some common medicine or alchemy knowledge so that he could treat himself if he was ever injured in the mine by accident.

  As Jordan thought about it, he has seen all sorts of people walking through the town. They had swords, axes, and bows and arrows. He assumed they were hunters or something of the sort, who made their living hunting animals and selling their meat and fur. But was it possible they were mercenaries or adventurers? There were even some people who walked around shiny robes while carrying staves and wands, embedded with colorful gem stones. Was it possible those were wizards?

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  Now that Jordan thought about it, he had transmigrated to a completely different world, and he had no idea the sort of place this really was. He had always subconsciously thought this place was relatively normal, except for maybe the lack of technology, like some sort of historical mining town. Jordan had even praised this place for their advanced business management principles; after all he had two breaks and a lunch break, and the mining company even provided them with the lunch while they were there.

  Perhaps, it was Jordan’s wish to cling to the same sort of office worker life that he had come to know and adapt to, but was it possible that this world was more than met the eye?

  As Jordan pondered the possibilities, he suddenly heard a loud bell being rung. Outside of his room he could hear a clear voice shouting.

  “Beast tide! A beast tide is attacking! Everyone hurry to the town hall! Beast tide! A beast tide is attacking!” The voice calls out.

  Jordan’s eyes widen. Holy shit! What’s happening? What’s a beast tide? He wonders as he gets himself dressed and rushes out of his house.

  When Jordan got outside, he saw the various townspeople all running to the town hall. Jordan quickly began to follow the crowd and run for the town hall.

  When he got there, there was already a huge crowd funneling into the town hall. A few people were armed with swords, axes, and spears, who were keeping order.

  “Only women and children are allowed inside. All the able men who are older than 15, quickly line up to receive your weapon. Quickly, quickly! The beast tide could arrive at any moment!” A commanding voice calls out.

  As Jordan hears this his eyes widen. There was already a line of men of a wide age range, who were receiving weapons from the people in charge. Anxiety soon found itself on Jordan’s face. No, no, no! I’m just a miner! Why should I have to fight!? I’m not a soldier! He exclaims in his mind.

  Jordan quickly found someone in charge. “Sir, I feel there’s some sort of mistake. I have no fighting ability. It would be pointless to make me fight.” He says, hoping to convince the man.

  Disgust quickly found itself on the mercenary’s face. He immediately disregarded what Jordan says and picks up a sword before handing it to him. “Just for that, you'll be fighting on the front lines.” He says, quickly remembering Jordan’s face so that he could force him to the front when the fighting began.

  An ugly look finds itself on Jordan’s face, and he was close to shedding tears. I’m just a miner! Why should I have to fight!? He exclaims, lamenting how unfair the world was.