The Dimensional Swordmaster C6

Chapter 6 How I Ended Up in Another World (6)

The sharp, irritable attitude, the face that was just a little too good-looking—Yurian nodded to himself as he dressed in the clean clothes Gong Siyoung had left for him outside the shower.

Thinking of Siyoung as Ggambi, his beloved cat, made his fondness for the man skyrocket. Of course, Siyoung wasn’t actually Ggambi—but close enough.

Droplets of water rolled off the ends of his damp hair. Shaking his head briskly, he stepped out of the bathroom, where Siyoung was leaning against the wall, waiting.

“Let’s go.”

The man didn’t elaborate, simply gesturing with a curt flick of his hand. Yurian, once again, obediently followed.

He hadn’t intended to resist from the start.

This world was entirely foreign to him. Machines flew through the air, others sped faster than any horse, and clean, drinkable water poured endlessly from a single twist of a handle.

Surrounded by towering buildings and technologies beyond his understanding, Yurian was a complete outsider.

He had no desire—none whatsoever—to pick fights with people who could wield magic, or whatever strange power these “hunters” possessed.

Magic wasn’t widespread here, but these hunters could use it to a degree. And, more importantly, there were monsters in this world too.

That much, at least, was familiar.

The dungeons they spoke of reminded him of the “lands beyond the canyon” back home—the monster territories that lay past the Great Ravine. Just as creatures there sometimes crossed the border into human lands, here too, monsters emerged through “gates.”

Different world, same danger. Monsters attacked humans; humans fought back and died.

The dynamic was the same, though the structure was different.

Hunters, though… that was harder to grasp.

They seemed like mercenaries or knights at first—professions one could choose. But no, not everyone could become a hunter just because they wanted to.

And once you were one, entering dungeons was mandatory. In that sense, perhaps they were closer to knights after all.

But even more curious—only hunters could manipulate mana.

In Yurian’s world, mages and swordmasters were as common as soldiers, but here, they were exceedingly rare.

It probably had something to do with how thin the mana density was in this place.

Well, not my problem anyway.

Whether he liked it or not, he was here now—and in this world, he was nobody. There was no need, nor obligation, to go hunting monsters.

Sure, there was the matter of making a living—but that, too, seemed solvable. He could always cling to Ggambi—no, Siyoung—if it came to that.

For now, I’ll just keep my mouth shut until they need something from me.

His plan was simple: enjoy whatever conveniences this world offered while he could. There wasn’t much else he could do anyway.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. The way they moved automatically fascinated him so much that he stood there staring—until a firm hand pushed him forward from behind.

“Move it.”

Siyoung’s impatient voice snapped him out of his daze.

They emerged into a dimly lit space lined with vehicles. Siyoung strode ahead confidently, stopping before the same machine they’d used earlier and motioning with his eyes.

Taking the hint, Yurian opened the door and slid into the seat. The soft, enveloping cushion made him sigh in delight.

“So soft…”

The plush comfort, the smooth ride, the sheer luxury—words couldn’t do it justice.

His eyes sparkled as he scanned the interior, touching everything within reach.

“Whoa, what’s this? Oh—drawer? What about this? It’s round! Huh? I pressed it and now my butt’s warm—what the hell, is this magic?”

Every time he touched something new, his voice burst with fresh excitement. Buttons were pressed, dials twisted, chaos ensuing.

When he pressed the audio button and the car suddenly spoke back in sound, Yurian nearly jumped out of his seat. Siyoung turned his head slowly, his expression one breath away from violence.

“For the love of—please. Shut. Your. Mouth.”

“Oh? Okay, okay. I’ll be quiet. But wait, what’s that thing?”

Yurian was poking at the air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. He tapped it lightly; it swayed weakly.

“What’s this? Smells amazing.”

He sniffed it once, twice, then gave it another curious poke—only for the string to snap.

At that exact moment, Siyoung’s patience finally did too.

“Can you stop already?! You insane bastard! Can’t you sit still for even one damn minute?! Shut up! Please!”

The thunderous outburst froze Yurian mid-motion. He slowly lowered his hands and blinked.

Was he mad about the broken thing? His eyes drifted guiltily to the fallen air freshener.

“Is it that hard to stay quiet? Just—don’t talk! Don’t move! Sit still! For once in your life—just sit there quietly!”

“…Okay. Fine. I’ll shut up. Look, I’m shutting up now.”

He slapped a hand over his mouth. He didn’t quite get the reason, but if someone told you to shut up, you shut up.

As the silence settled, Siyoung pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through gritted teeth. Yurian peeked at him, lips twitching like he wanted to speak—but Siyoung’s glare made him instantly close his mouth again.

Finally, blissful silence returned to the car.

He’s really touchy, Yurian thought.

Then again, Ggambi used to be like that too. If he petted her fur the wrong way or fussed too much, she’d hiss and swat him.

Sure, Siyoung wasn’t a cat—but the temperament wasn’t that different.

If someone said they didn’t like noise, you just respected that. Staying quiet wasn’t that hard, right?

Still, no one had said anything about hands.

Keeping his mouth shut, Yurian reached out discreetly and pressed one of the blinking buttons.

Each press made a light flicker on and off. His eyes gleamed. He was just about to press the red triangle one when—

Siyoung snatched his hand midair.

“Touch that button one more time, and I swear I’ll break your finger.”

The low, dangerous rumble of his voice sent a chill down Yurian’s spine. He nodded instantly.

“Got it.”

Still… it did look tempting.

His gaze drifted back toward the red triangle, full of longing. As if sensing it, Siyoung tightened his grip around his hand.

“Just keep holding this. Let go once, and you’ll regret it.”

That almost sounded like a challenge. Yurian pursed his lips sulkily.

What was so special about that button anyway? One day, he promised himself, he would press it.

For now, though, he stayed quiet and kept his hand where it was. Whenever his fingers twitched, Siyoung’s warning hiss—“Tch!”—made him freeze again.

Was this some kind of new torture method? Don’t talk, don’t move, just sit still?

He smothered his rising annoyance and turned his attention outside the window instead.

The glittering city lights stole his breath. It was dazzling—every street, every sign, every piece of this strange new world.

He hadn’t known such a place existed, let alone that he’d end up in it. His heart thudded in wonder.

After a while, the car began to slow. They’d arrived.

Once parked, Siyoung released his grip and stepped out without a glance back. Yurian hurried to follow—if he got lost again, he’d be doomed.

Thankfully, Siyoung was tall, easy to spot in a crowd.

“Oh, right. My sword. Do you happen to know where it is?”

He asked casually once they stepped into the elevator, figuring it was safe to talk again by now.

To his surprise, Siyoung answered without snapping at him.

“Left it in the dungeon.”

“Ah.”

That was fine. If it was still in the dungeon, at least it wasn’t lost—only hunters could enter anyway. He could always retrieve it later.

As he thought that, Siyoung turned to him suddenly.

“…Is it important?”

“What is?”

“Your sword.”

“Well, not important important, but… it’s my favored blade.”

It was in two pieces now, but repairable. It was also the only thing he truly owned here. Yurian shrugged lightly.

“It’s something an old friend left me before he died.”

Siyoung fell silent. He said nothing for a long moment, eyes averted. Then, in a low voice barely audible—

“…Then it is important.”

Was he… worried?

To reassure him, Yurian reached out and patted his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He smiled faintly. It wasn’t a big deal. He’d just fetch it from the dungeon when the chance came.

No reason for anyone to feel guilty over that.