Putting everything aside, your current situation can be described simply: You were called to another world to defeat the Demon Lord, but the summoner summoned you right in the middle of a busy street, without giving you any recommendations or equipment.

Well, to put it simply, penniless - this is not entirely true, you had a wallet in your pocket, and if you did not take into account the fact that there were a lot of small change and very few bills in it, it could not be denied that you had everything you needed with you.

More than enough to go to the nearest mall for shopping and a snack. But still, you could only be called a beggar.

You were an unremarkable person. The banality of your appearance was such that you could be instantly lost in the crowd, however, the glances directed at you were surprised and uncomprehending, as if they were looking at something strange.

Naturally, there was not a single ordinary person among those who looked at you. Their hair was very diverse: blond, white, brown, green, blue, and so on. In addition, they were dressed in armor, dancers' clothes, plain robes and much more, which created a certain atmosphere.

Representatives of other races also roamed among ordinary people.

You could only cross your arms in a sign of understanding while their insolent gazes bored into you.

After checking your surroundings once more, you sighed heavily for the hundredth time.

You left the street you were on and are now sitting in a dim alley.

The ground was paved. Compared to your world, it was a rough job, but not a bad one.