Prologue-Irashime Shinta

My name is Irashime Shinta, I am a nineteen-year-old college student. I live away from my parents and K-pop-obsessed sisters, I work part-time in a retail manga store, just on the weekends and today happens to be the day I get a twenty percent salary increment. As I got changed, I headed out of my apartment and down the stairs. My schedule is a very busy one, either filled with my college lessons, my martial sessions, my work life or my otaku life, but I usually make time to play sports, usually football, basketball, baseball, volleyball, and badminton.

Other than that, I usually just sleep or watch sports or anime. Either way, the manga store I work in is where I get most of my manga and other fictional books I read. My boss is an old guy, pretty neat with his work and is close to a hundred, or was it seventy? Either way, the guy says he has watched a lot of anime and read a lot of manga, manhua, manhwa and light novels. He said he has seen the first anime series that came out in the late 1900’s, and I decided to read a lot of manga to occupy time and reach his place as the max otaku. That is why I like working there, but I will do anything to get out of school, to focus on other stuff in my life.

"Morning, Irashime-chan," called an old lady watering her garden.

"Morning, Gran."

The neighbourhood is also like my second home, and we here know each other very well. Mrs. Aryu is like the mother of our street and is the most respected person on the street.

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“Vrrr…Vroom....Sim”

Either way, enough about my life. Why is there a glowing pink magic circle under me? I’m I getting isekai’d, that is the last thing I want in my life. Getting sent to another world, being overpowered at a ninety percent chance, having a harem at a ninety-nine percent chance, encountering demon lords, using magic, no technology- well no technology is not that bad -either way I need to move.

“I need to move.”

So, with that, I started to run, from the coffee shop I was in front of, run a few blocks away and decided to stop. I panted a bit… before I noticed the same circle, but it started glowing darker and turned red. I repeated running ten more times. I was tired of this so I decided maybe it was time I accepted fate, the circle was already dark crimson by this point and by the next second a white light appeared around me from the circle. I forgot to mention I was the only one who saw the circle. It seemed the summoners were skilled.

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“Sir Hero?"

"""Sir Hero! Sir Hero!! Sir Hero!!!"""

"We succeeded in the summoning!"

"Alert the king, His majesty must know of this."

By the time the light disappeared, I was hearing in English and luckily for me I learnt enough English to understand since I didn’t have a translator and I was surrounded by a lot of people of dressed in dark brown cloaks with golden hem and a symbol I believed was a sword piercing a demon through the head, the hoods on them where covering their faces, but their mouths were seeable. All they were saying was the same "Sir Hero!" , something I didn't want.

Somebody, probably the leader, since he was not wearing the brown cloak but a white one that did not have a hood to cover his face, he was bald and his black eyes were like one who had just seen hope.

“Good morning Sir Hero, my name is Juan Julius, I am the Chief Summoner of the Kingdom of Ranzia. My lord, you have been summoned…”

“To defeat the demon lord.”

“Not really my sir,” Juan continued, “yes defeating the demon lord is key, but there are eight of them sir. It is a rite we do every 50-100 years.”

“Not just one, but eight of them. Guess my luck ran out, either way you said this is a kingdom.”

“Yes sir. One of the five main nations on this continent. Actually, our kingdom is…”

“No not that, but where is your King,”

“I see, straight to the point, nothing less expected of our hero. He is in the throne room, I am sure he would like to meet you.”

“Let’s go.”

"Yes sir."

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After that, I was led to the throne room, which was a short walk. Not surprisingly, we were in the basement, and we had to climb the stairs; the stairs and hallway were very fanciful; the basement was bricks on bricks and wood upon wood. It did not take long before we got to the throne room it seemed the Juan guy needed to speak with the king first before I met him.

The hallway full of nobles who looked at my white tracksuit as some weird clothing but shoved it off because I was the “hero”, can't blame them, this is the era of ancient fits. Many of them came to greet me, some for a long while, even the maids and guards tried to get in contact with me, here is a quick rundown.

“Sir Hero, how do you do, my name is-?” said a noble

“Sir Hero, are you going to speaking with the king?” said a nearby maid

“Go back to your work, the hero has other important people to talk with.”

“Yeah, the hero does not spend time with commoners,” someone said which erupted a loud aristocratic laughter.

“Sorry, I'm very sorry.” said the maid multiple times

"It's okay, I actually believe in equality, just try to do your work well."

"Yes, Sir Hero."

So my chaotic life started