I, Ryouji Sakahagi, am summoned by someone's wish.
　A wish sounds good, but it's not always pretty.
　I'm sure you'll find that most of the people who summon me are human scum.



'A man as rude as you can't possibly be a brave man!　Kill this one!
Every time I think about it... how can you guys who can't beat the Demon King think that you can beat a brave man who overthrows the Demon King?

　I corrected the arrogant king's mistake the way I did.
　What happened after that, I don't know.



'I wish ... that's what I wish for, of course!　Money!　If only the debt was gone, I could take a shot and start over!
Okay.

　I showed the greedy gambler where the black casino was located and then gave him the treasure he was supposed to be able to live and play with for the rest of his life.
　What happened after that, I don't know.



'If only that woman was gone, the prince's heart would be mine.........Let him mess up in body and mind!
Well, I'll put you in touch with the guys who are good at that kind of thing.

　I introduced the jealous b*tc* to a bunch of thugs who seemed to like to do rough stuff.
　I don't know what happened after that.



'I hate that b*tc* who betrayed me, I hate her!　I'm going to knock you down to the bottom of your misery!
All right, I'm gonna set up the big night for you.

　I let a man, tormented by rage, interrupt the wedding of a woman who had been brainwashed in Nicopo to fulfill his desires.
　What happened after that, I don't know.



'The best gastronomy in the world!　That's not all I need!　I don't care how many people die for it!
'Oh, yeah, right!　Then I'll make you as many as you want!　Here, eat all you want.

　I cursed the insatiable fat aristocrat with a curse that made him unable to stop eating and fed him a lot of fair tiki.
　I don't know what happened to him after that.



"I want to make that beautiful princess mine. I want to conquer every inch of her body!
Yes, you'll be getting your own princess now. Your body is yours now.

　He threw the s*xually charged, perverted bastard into a nest of thieves and transformed him into the form of a princess.
　After that, I don't know what happened to her.



Why am I the only one.......I just want this world to go away!
I've got an idea. It's easier and simpler than changing the world.

　I recruited a neat bastard with a shelf of laziness to his room in the gaff.
　I don't know what happened to him after that.



　My policy when dealing with a scum summoner is to end it in a quick and easy way that makes me feel as good as possible.
　That's all.

　The reason I don't usually talk about those kinds of stories is because it just doesn't look good for others to hear them.
　In that sense, the bald man who summoned me this time was a typical pledge.

'It's that shop.'

　The bald man points to a certain coffee shop with glowing eyes.

"Once that joke of a store is gone, customers will definitely come back to my store no matter what you do. Crush it!



　So I scouted out the rival shop and returned to the bald man's shop with one conclusion.
　As I walked through the quiet, narrow backstreets, the ivy-covered building came into view.
　I pulled the tattered wooden door and it creaked open with an eerie creaking sound.

'How did it go?　Did you do well!

　The bald man in the restaurant where I was summoned asks me, looking expectant.

'Yeah, lunch and dessert were both good.'
'I'm not asking what the food tastes like!

　Bam, dust flew as the bald man tapped the counter roughly.
　My eyes were bloodshot with rage, and I was gritting my teeth just barely.
　Still, my heart remained cold and unshaken in the slightest.

'Look, my shop was the best coffee place in town!

　I look around the store again, wondering if it's true. I'm not familiar with coffee, but it seems to be equipped with extractors, hand mills, and other tools that are hard to find even in other worlds. There's no doubt that the man's focus on coffee is unquestionable.
　However..........

''I want to ask you a few things.''
What!
'Was this place really thriving before that place was built?'

　The bald man was stunned by my point and his mouth fluttered.

''You ... you didn't even drink my coffee!
I don't need to drink it.

　I run my fingers over the counter the man had just tapped on, like a mother-in-law snubbing her wife.

'This dust. It's not the kind of dust that accumulates over the next few days. And the mess inside the store. You've been cleaning it up?　The old-fashioned exterior may be fine, but this drab interior is not acceptable. It needs to be decorated with more antiques to make it look more like a coffee shop, or else the coffee won't be any good.
'No!　If only we could get a real taste for it, the customers would come!

　Oh, he's also a believer, isn't he.....
　In short, it's the kind of thing that Japanese people would like to hear, "Even if you can't do anything else, you can still be accepted around the world because you specialize in one skill.

That's the kind of talk that Japanese people would love to hear. Do you take the customer service business for granted?
'No, it's not!　I've traveled the world and found the best beans. I'm ready to stock up on them...

　Afterwards, the bald man began to talk about what he called his own ideas.
　I may be clumsy, but I'm working this hard, so I'm sure it will work out. In short, that's what he was talking about.

　He's an idiot.
　Working hard is a prerequisite for winning, and if you don't win, nothing will happen.
　To win, you need to know what it takes to win, but this guy's sights are off from the start.
　He turns a blind eye to his own disappointment with the excuse that "as long as my taste and skills are great, I can win.

　What's particularly bad is that he is so passionate about coffee beans and how to make them that he has lost sight of the true nature of his business. There was no market research (or marketing) to be done. The fact that he set up his shop in an inconspicuous spot on a back street because he admired a hidden gem of a restaurant is truly laughable.
　It would have been a different story if he had a business partner who could help him fill in the gaps, but with his personality, it was a long shot.

You're not cut out to be in the restaurant business, you know. I recommend you to change to a coffee maker or something.
What the hell...
'If you're right and the coffee is really foul tasting, which defies everything, then maybe customers will come back regardless of your rivals. But that's not the case with the clientele. That coffee shop that you claim to be a competitor to, you know...

　The bald man was silent, as if he had noticed it himself, but he was silent as if he were drooling.
　After all, he didn't want to admit that he was popular with a restaurant that marketed itself with a style that was completely different from his own.

'Don't blame someone else for your corruption,'

　After saying that, I left the shop.
　I thought it was sweet, but I felt that the bald man's passion for coffee was genuine.
　So I gave him a reprieve, even though I knew it would be futile.

　I'm not going to politely explain to him what to do.
　These things are still losers unless you realize your mistakes.
　And those who don't realize it will crawl on the ground for the rest of their lives. Only I am different. I picked up trash and continued to live on the streets, hoping that one day I would be different. Wrapped in rags, they live in a dream that never happened.

　If possible, next time I'd like to come back, I'd like to drink a man's coffee in a clean shop.
　It wasn't a lie that I had that feeling.
　But as usual.
　My modest hope was never fulfilled.



　That night, the bald man went out of sight.
　He opened fire in front of a building, scattering wood chips in front of it.

'Hihihihihi!　Burn, burn!

　The bald man smiles madly as he watches the flames burn.

''Stupid bastard...''

　I muttered behind me, and the man glared at me with hatred in his eyes.

''Han, you've come to me now!　You worthless piece of shit!　We should have done this all along!

　I don't need to explain the details of the man's murder now.
　With a sigh, I broke the spell I had cast on the man.

"Take another look with your eyes.
What, how come you're not in my shop?

　When he tried to head to a rival store, he would reach his own store, and in doing so, he put an illusionary spell on the man so that he would believe that his store was a rival store.
　In other words, the attack on the rival store would bounce back to his own store.

'So scum is scum after all.

　It was the longest sigh I've heard in recent memory.

　It wasn't that I hadn't thought that a spell of child trickery would help to convert a man.
　Even if it was a cause-and-effect gloom, these people would only spew bitterness. It's difficult to rectify because they've grown up without being able to imagine the pain of others.
　Still, frankly speaking, I thought that at best, they would only do graffiti to harass us at first.
　I didn't expect him to suddenly set fire to the shop.

''Oh, my store.......no, there's equipment and beans in there!

　The man who understood the situation ran into the burning store at once.
　But the building, which had been poorly maintained and falling apart to begin with, was falling apart.

　Of course, I'm not going to help the man who had it coming.
　I'm not going to be able to help, but I'm going to cast a fire-resistant spell on the other buildings so that they don't catch fire around me, and then I'm going to leave.

''Well, what do we do now?''

　Once I made some suitable proxy pledge, my pledge in this world was over.
　I'm glad it's over, but at the same time, I'm feeling tired all over.
　I feel dizzy.

I'd better take a pause. I better take a pause now.

　It's been 84 worlds since I defeated Evil Hazzard-Districtus.
　We've worked hard enough, it's time to take a break, right?



　The next morning.
　A man had come again to the front of the restaurant that he had claimed to be his rival.
　There was already a line in front of the store before it opened, so I made my way to the end of the line.

　We took another close look at the store, which was in danger of being set on fire, from the outside.
　The exterior of the building facing the main street is not a fancy one, but unlike the man's shop, it has a clean look to it.
　Although it was not newly built, on the contrary, it even had an old-fashioned atmosphere.

''After all, there's a difference between the two.

　Most of the men standing in line were waiting for the waitresses.
　However, the menu list in front of the entrance is decorated in a cute way to make women want to enter.
　The queues that form on the main street are eye-catching and create a buzz. Some of the vendors in the queue may have come to scout out rival restaurants.

　Steal the good stuff.
　If you want to compete in the marketplace, this is the natural thing to do.
　You don't have the right to call yourself original if you can't get away with it.

　Soon, the opening time comes.
　After a short wait, I'm invited inside.
　Then the waitresses line up in a row to greet the customers, including me.




""Welcome back, master!"




Yeah, I knew that was the wrong line!

　I watched the cat-eared maid's pretend wagging tail as I sipped my caramel float through a straw, with my cheekbones on the table I was led to.