That Time When I Woke Up I Become A Knight In Another World

Morning came.

And as usual, my life started with one thing: running.

I woke up, packed my stuff, and with all the enthusiasm fueled by last night's trauma, I opened the door and stepped out.

And you know what?

As I passed through the inn's lobby, that damn innkeeper was still there.

Still smiling.

Still offering breakfast.

Still alive.

Even though last night's screams—three voices, the stench of blood, and those dragging footsteps—weren't a dream.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

We exchanged smiles.

Fake smiles full of lies and sin.

But hey, I played it safe.

"Thank you, sir," I said internally with a strained grin.

Thank you for not murdering me last night. I really appreciate it. May the gods never forgive you."

Without wasting time, I got the hell out.

Noa's morning air had never felt so fresh—maybe because I was still breathing.

I headed to the city gate, where two guards were chilling like their job didn't involve protecting people from death.

I asked, "Which kingdom's good for, y'know... living? Preferably with money and zero psycho innkeepers?"

They looked at each other, then laughed.

"If you want somewhere safer with a stable economy, try the capital—Pirlo Kingdom," one of them said.

But of course, life doesn't hand out shortcuts.

"You'll have to pass through two kingdoms first: Pavilion and Matei," the other added, still laughing like life was a casual mobile game.

I just nodded, pretending to stay cool.

In my head?

"Great. Not one hurdle. Two. I gotta pass through two kingdoms before I can even think about breathing easy."

Without delay, I looked for a ride—horse-drawn carriage, not Uber.

I don't have an app.

After some haggling, paying up, and making sure the horse wasn't a demon in disguise (because you never know in this world), I climbed aboard and sat down.

Destination: Pavilion Kingdom.

And you know what the best part is?

I sat on the slightly bumpy horse-drawn carriage, but this time… it was peaceful.

No weird noises, no possessed horses, and—most importantly—no shady driver eyeing me like he's planning to drag me into the woods for some blood ritual.

I leaned my head against the side of the carriage, watching the road.

Cloudy skies, but not as dramatic as my life.

"This carriage is actually kinda nice," I muttered, letting out a relieved sigh.

A complete 180 from that hell-on-wheels I took to Noa.

If that one felt like riding a death trap, this one was more like... an oasis in the desert. Breezy, and blissfully horror-free.

The driver—uh, I mean courier—sitting at the front must've heard me.

"The trip from Noa to Pavilion usually takes one to two days, depending on the weather and… if we're not attacked by bandits," he said calmly, like he was just talking about the forecast.

I could only nod.

Right. Bandits. I forgot this world is basically a walking red flag.

I threw him a casual question, "So, what's Pavilion Kingdom like?"

He turned slightly, eyes still on the road.

"Oh, Pavilion's a tropical kingdom. Lots of trees, warm weather, and… well, a merchant hub. Big markets, tons of foreigners, and money constantly flowing."

"Wow, sounds like a great vacation spot," I said, full sarcasm.

He chuckled.

"If you like getting pickpocketed mid-haggling, sure."

I sighed under my breath.

Fantastic.

From murder-inn to thief-kingdom.

This world really knows how to keep me on my toes.

But hey, at least the ride's comfy.

No screaming.

No blood scent.

No looming death within a five-meter radius.

For the first time since I got yeeted into this world...I could actually enjoy the journey without worrying about being buried alive.

But of course—my life is never that easy.