I cautiously approach the mysterious woman, anxiety tightening my throat and my mind filled with uncertainties. I ponder whether she understands my language or if she even exists. As I study her silhouette, I discern her remarkable beauty. Adorned in a delicate dress that barely conceals her nudity, her face surpasses any model from my previous life.

Timidly, I inquire about the name of this quaint town, yearning for a means of communication and assistance. With disdain, she scrutinizes me and reveals that I am in the town of "Voidless." A mix of relief and connection floods through me as I realize I'm not alone in this unfamiliar world. Tentatively, I enter the small village, stomach growling after hours of wandering.

Contemplating the local economy, I recall having a few coins in my pockets. The rumbling in my stomach amplifies, prompting me to seek sustenance. I decide to buy food, uncertain if my coins will be accepted. If not, I resolve to take the risk, as no piece of bread should cost me my life.

Enticed by a bakery's aroma, I enter. The man at the counter, with a disapproving look, recoils at my appearance. He begrudgingly serves me, chastising my supposed impact on customers. Imploring him for bread crumbs in exchange for my coins, he dismisses them as worthless. The world seems to reject me until a delicate hand rests on my shoulder.

A gracious lady advises me against rash actions, offering to pay for a small piece of bread. As she hands me the sustenance, along with water and coins, she warns of the challenges in this place. Learning my name is Max, she bids me farewell, perhaps the angel saving me from despair.

Entering a casino-like establishment, I recall relying on luck in my past life, despite struggles with gambling. Unfamiliar with the rules, I cautiously enter. A booming voice commands my immediate departure, accusing me of lacking funds. Unveiling the coins gifted by the kind lady, I face accusations of theft.

A young man named Aron, the owner, intervenes, welcoming everyone irrespective of background. As a gesture of goodwill, he offers me a drink. I'm encouraged to play a game involving a wheel with numbers ranging from -1 to 10. Aron explains the potential winnings and losses, fueling my excitement.

Before continuing, let me explain the currency. Bronze coins are the lowest denomination, used by workers. Silver coins, worth 10 bronze, sustain families. Gold coins, worth 200 silver, afford lavish banquets. Sacred coins, rumored to be used by the church ZCrar, are among the most expensive. Holy Objects, powerful relics, have an incalculable value.

Returning to my story, the wheel spins, and optimism fills my mind. I imagine acquiring silver coins to begin a life of pleasure. However, luck deserts me as I win a substantial prize, multiplying my small investment. Perhaps this marks the beginning of my new life in this parallel world