I stood up from the ground and I felt something hard as stone below me.

Huh? What the-?

I looked down below and saw myself not only barefooted but also wearing some torn up brown clothes. Yet for some reason, my feet weren't dirty-they were sparkling clean.

I widened my eyes out of shock. I breathed hard as my heart began to pound hard on my chest. I combed my hair back a couple times at first, rocking my head back and forth.

No, freakin' way! Why the hell am I dressed like a poor person?! I'm pretty sure I was born n' raised middle class n' Texas!

But now I'm dressed up like a poor person?! This can't be happenin', can it?! Is this my punishment from God for failin' to believe n' His existence before I died from this weird ass disease n' the hospital?!

Realizing I needed to cool down, I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. I returned my attention to the street with a serious look on my face.

Alright, Mike. Time to get goin'. We jus' need to find out what this place is, n' figure out how to get out of this mess.

Swallowing my spit, I then walked towards the end of the street, looking both ways. I saw more vendors and people going on about their business while children played with one another. Most of the buildings in this street were small to medium sized with some dark colors on the rooftops. People continued to chat with one another, vibrating the entire street.

When I took a look around though, all I saw were the picture signs above the stores and street vendors. There was no language written on them at all.

When looking at those signs, I wondered why they were pictures with no written words on them. Could it be that the people of this new world were illiterate? If they were, what language did they speak here? All these questions were formed inside my mind.

Let's go ask some questions.

I turned to the woman wearing a green dress and headed towards her. "Um, excuse me. Can you-"

The moment the woman saw me and looked down at my outfit, she expressed her disgusted face, closed her eyes and turned her head around away from me. "Hmph!"

She just walked past me and didn't even bother answering my question. I glared at her with my eyes narrowed.

What a rude bitch! Why the hell did she look at me like that?!

Then I turned to the man wearing his light brown clothes, repeating the same statement. Yet the man looked at my face and outfit out of disgust, shoving me out of the way. "Get lost, would ya?!"

I sucked my teeth at him and gritted them when I glared at him.

This bastard, too?! Ugh, screw him! I'll ask another one, but hopefully someone's nice enough to answer my question this time.

When I turned to the shop vendor selling some apples, a couple people were buying some apples from him and they said and waved their good-byes to him. After the shop vendor did the same to his customers however, he studied my face and clothing and glared at me, seeing stood there near his shop. "You! Get away from my shop!"

"But wait"-I put my hand out forward-"I jus' wanna ask a question, that's all!"

"I said, 'Get away from my shop,' before I report your ass to the guards!"

I pushed the air forward a couple times. "Okay, okay, okay! I'll get goin'!" Then I turned around and moved my head left with an angry face. "Gheesh!"

Once the shop vendor returned to taking the customers' orders, I walked forward with a frown on my face. Oh, man…why the hell are people so rude to me jus' because I'm poor?

"Excuse me, young man," the old man's voice echoed behind me.

I turned around and saw an old, bald man who was skinny-in fact, too skinny-wearing the same kind of clothes as me and was also barefooted; his feet were more bruised. He was dark skinned, probably from being outside all day, and his beard was as white as snow. He had a giant wart on his cheek, wrinkles under his eyes and on his forehead, and his brown eyes darted at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You're not from around here, are you?" The old man questioned back.

"Oh, no. Of course, not. And you?"

"I moved here, in the kingdom of Basilia, two days ago."

"Oh, I see…" I examined my surroundings for a moment there.

So this place is called Basilia, huh? I've never heard of or been to this place before in my life.

"I jus' came here from Ashville, Texas."

The old man looked puzzled. "Ashville, Texas? Where's that? I've never heard of such a place."

"It's in another place where I grew up with…in another world."

"Ah, I see…"

"Where are you from?"

"I come from the Kingdom of Campestria."

"Campestria, huh? Never heard of it. Anyway, can you tell me why the people here are so rude to me?"

"People here look down on the poor and homeless. Street vendors dislike poor and homeless people just standing near them without an interest of purchasing their products for they steal from them."

"In this kingdom?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I see…"

Well, that explains it. It jus' sucks that people treat you like crap because of your physical appearance. And…I've never been homeless n' my entire life until now. That's jus' great!

"And is that how people treat the poor where you come from?"

"Nope, not that I know of."

"Ah, okay. Cool."

Great…I wish I'm reincarnated there instead of this piece of shit kingdom.

"And do you know how I get out of poverty exactly?"

"I think so," the old man answered as he turned around and moved his head right. "Follow me."

I did as soon as the old man led the way. "There's only two," he continued, "First, you could either join the local Adventurer's Guild, or…"

A Local Adventurer's guild?! After bein' reincarnated as a poor, homeless man?! Not a chance! I'll be reincarnated worse than my current position if I die there. I wouldn't blame this guy for not workin' there to die either. Simply no way! Luckily there's a second option. I wonder what that is. I hope it's better than an Adventurer's Guild.

"You can go find employment here," the old man continued.

Finding employment, huh? Not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all.

"Alright, well, finding a job here it is," I decided when facing the old man. "And what street am I on? I have no idea where I'm at."

"Oh, why this here is Agoma Street," the old man answered. "If you want, I'll take you on a tour of this kingdom and help you find a job to work alongside me here."

I grinned at him. "Yea, that'll definitely be awesome. Thank you, uh..."

"Gideon," the old man answered. "Call me Gideon. And you're welcome." Gideon closed his eyes with a grin, before turning back to his destination. "And you are?"

"Mike's the name," I replied.

"Mike…nice to meet you, Mike."

"Well, it's a pleasure meetin' ya too, Gideon." I smiled when Gideon gave me a tour around the kingdom of Basilia, hoping I would get hired and get the hell out of poverty.