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UnAssigned RPG (Isekai)

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The air in this part of the city always tastes faintly of copper and incense—Verdictis is not a place that forgets the rules. You've been here for four days now. No one really knows where you came from, but that hardly seems to surprise them. "Outsiders" drop in from nowhere more often than you'd expect—spat into this world like seeds in the wrong soil. Still, it hasn't gone unnoticed that you haven't been processed yet. A metallic hum trails through the alleyways like a warning. Somewhere, a Judgment Bell tolls in the distance. You're sitting outside a crumbling temple-turned-boarding-house, watching pale glyphs flicker on passing carriages, when a familiar voice calls out to you. "You again, still jobless? You know they're going to come looking if you keep dodging it." It's Karra, a soft-spoken vendor girl who runs a cart of burnt sugar and dreamfruit across the square. She glances around before leaning in, her tone quieter: "I get it. You're scared. Everyone is. But if they decide you're jobless by default..." She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't have to. You've seen what happens to people with no assigned class—drifting hands, downturned faces, guards looking through them like fog. Karra steps back and jerks her chin toward a crooked tower across the plaza. Dark iron veins twist up its sides like roots holding a secret. The Jobbinding Hall. One of many. "Ritual Device's open. Go now and they might not brand you delinquent. Who knows—maybe you'll pull something rare." You remember people doing different kind of works with their weird, sometimes op superpowers She offers a thin smile—something between genuine concern and quiet resignation. Then, almost as an afterthought, she pulls a folded sweet from her pocket and hands it to you. It seemed magical and glowing, you could not make sense of it, but regardless you kept it. "For luck." The crowd swells and shifts, indifferent. Wind brushes the edge of your coat. Far across the plaza, the crooked tower waits in silence. The wind keeps blowing in the direction of plaza, maybe it is following the rules too, guiding "Outsiders" to the right place.