*

　Futoshi was walking through the forest.
　Even though it was autumn, the leaves on the trees were lush and green, and the shrubs and undergrowth blocked his path.

'd*mn it!　Why, why, why did I have to do this?

　With my machete, I cut away the branches of the trees that block my path.
　Every time I walk, I hear the grating sound of creaking and squeaking.
　I tried to ignore it, but the more I try not to be aware of it, the more annoying it becomes.

''It's too loud!''

　He slammed the machete into his right leg, but it bounced off with a high-pitched sound.
　It's no wonder.
　Because Futoshi's right leg is a steel prosthetic leg.

''........How did it come to this?''

　The fact that he lost a part of his body, even though he knew that he could heal it with magic if he reached the royal capital, disturbed Futoshi's heart.
　Why, he muttered in a small voice.
　Futoshi had survived the dungeon of the Skeleton King and the small dungeon he had conquered.
　The problem occurred on the way back to the royal capital.
　He was attacked by a swarm of undead.
　They were spider-like undead, something he had never seen in the dungeon of the Skeleton King.
　The carriage was destroyed, the teaching knights fell one by one, and Futoshi ran away.
　A voice called out to him from behind, but he didn't know.
　He wandered through the forest for a day and night--.

'd*mn, d*mn you, Kouki bastard!　You got me into this mess!　There's minimal risk!　That dickhead!

　Futoshi yelped and dug his claws into his face.
　The slippery feeling was palpable.
　The place where his eye socket should have been was blocked by flesh.
　It was due to a bear attack.
　The right half of his face was blown off and his right leg was eaten.
　He would have been killed if another bear hadn't shown up.

"d*mn you, you useless potion!

　I used every water potion I had, but it only closed the wound.

''It's King's Landing. We have to go back to King's Landing.''

　I'll be fine once I get to King's Landing, Futoshi told himself, and tried to cut off the branch.
　But it was losing its sharpness, and it just broke and hung down.

''d*mn!''

　Futoshi slammed the machete against the trunk of the tree.

'--Isa Zasa Om.

　Cast a spell.
　This is the prep for using magic - like turning on the engine in a car, or password authentication in the internet.
　Futoshi's consciousness touches the big one.
　The person who taught him magic said this was a periolis.
　What is Periolis?
　Some said Periolis was an administrator, others said it was the world.
　They also said that the dead were called to Periolis and would live forever.
　Futoshi could not understand religion, but he thought of Periolis as a system.

'O Periolis, who is not infinite, metamorphose, metamorphose like steel--'

　When I chanted the spell, a shining magic circle emerged on the ground.
　If you've come this far, your magic is as good as complete.

'Be the blade that cuts off grass and flesh, manifest!　Hatchet!

　I cast a spell at once.
　The magic circle emits an exceptionally strong light, and the soil swirls and rises.
　The soil on the surface is peeled off and what appears is a machete.
　This is the magic that only Futoshi's, or rather, alchemists, can use.
　He can make a weapon from a clod of earth without using a hammer or an anvil.
　No, you can make anything if you want to.
　This prosthetic leg was also made with magic.
　To be honest, Futoshi didn't like this profession of an alchemist.
　Since I was summoned to another world, I wanted a warrior-type or magic-type job that could fight spectacularly.
　If it's anything, special skills don't matter.
　It could be a skill that brings overwhelming destruction, or a skill that can cut down a higher rank.
　Or it could be a skill that could bring others (classmates) down.
　But the only jobs you could actually get were the production jobs.
　I didn't get the skills.
　Even if he was summoned to another world, he was still at the bottom of the school caste.
　Yes, Futoshi has licked his bitterness at the private Okawa Gakuen High School.
　Even if you are rich in the world's sense of the word, you are average or below average at Okawa Gakuen High School.
　On top of that, they are not good looking.
　I would describe it as bad.
　It's a really fat thing in the name of futoshi, which makes it even more of a mockery.
　They even mocked me for liking anime and novels.
　It's not that there aren't people who cover for you, but those people get their satisfaction through the act of covering for you.

''I can't wait to get back to the royal capital.

　He laughs.
　The good thing about being summoned to this world is that even Futoshi can hold a woman.
　In the original world, beautiful women and beautiful girls who could only be used as wankers would make catcalls, rub against you and open their legs for you.
　I don't know what they really mean, but they are willing to play with me in a kinky way.
　He takes pride in being one of the most experienced women in his class.
　Her classmates despise Futoshi.
　But Futoshi knows.
　But Futoshi knows that the men are jealous.
　They can't move freely.
　They can't be honest for fear of losing the position they've built up in the class.
　Takeshi, the class number two, is a prime example.
　He follows Kirara with his eyes while acting as Kouki's right-hand man.
　He must have done it many times in his mind.
　Of course, Futoshi has raped Kirara many times in his mind.
　How would that woman react if she was f*cked by her lowest-ranking self?
　He had envisioned a storyline in which she would gradually accept it, while hating it at first.
　But now he envisions a story where he resists to the end.
　There are plenty of women who are willing to open their legs.
　They want to be hated.
　I want to be resisted.
　I am reminded of a woman.
　Satou Yuka.
　She was a commoner who came to Okawa Gakuen High School just because she was a little bit smart.
　That woman always looked at Futoshi with disdain.
　But the eyes that looked at Kouki were sparkling.
　The gap between them makes Futoshi excited.
　Stripping that woman naked and violently raping her.
　Just thinking about it, an unearned pleasure crawls up your spine.
　I want to f*ck Kirara and Yuka at the same time.
　Just imagining their gazes and expressions, an unearned sensation crawls up her spine.
　But the dream will not come true.
　Yuka is dead.
　Perhaps she was left behind or killed by the women on the same team.
　It's a real shame.
　He imagined raping Kirara and Yuka and shook his head.
　No. Right now, he had to get back to King's Landing alive first.
　Spill the pent-up material on the women, then wait for an opportunity.
　In time, the opportunity will come.

''Tsk.........''

　Futoshi pulled the machete from the ground and clicked his tongue.
　Clearly, he was off balance.
　This was Futoshi's strength.

'It's better than nothing.'

　Futoshi cut off a branch with his machete and started walking again.
　It was the woman who occupied his brain as he complained.
　How long had he been walking for?
　Suddenly, his vision opened up.
　It was the bank of a river.
　The river was not very wide and the current was very slow.
　There were trees growing on the other side of the river, but their density was thin enough that a village could be seen at a slight distance.



　Futoshi let out a small spit.
　In this world where undead and monsters abound, it's common sense to surround a city or village with walls, fences and walls.
　Conversely, you can guess the economic situation and other factors by what surrounds them.
　The village on the other side of the river is surrounded by a wooden fence.
　From the state of the fence, you can see that the village is so poor that it is impossible to repair the fence.

''But.....

　If you tell them you belong to the kingdom's knights, they'll at least provide you with food and a place to sleep.
　Maybe they will take care of the girl.
　As I was thinking about this, a girl approached the river.
　She was a skinny girl, as befits a poor village.
　Her clothes are shabby and dirty.
　The girl doesn't seem to have noticed us and is drawing water from the river with a bucket.
　Futoshi approached slowly so as not to alarm her.
　The girl looks up to see her reflection on the surface of the river, and she looks up - and then.

Cah!
Wait!

　The girl screamed and ran away, and Futoshi rushed after her.
　Even with the benefit of his status, he was tired after days of wandering the forest.
　He finally caught up with her and grabbed her by the shoulder to turn her around.

''Ouch!''

　Futoshi let out a small scream.
　A bead of blood floated on the back of his hand.
　The girl - no, the girl dug her claws in.
　The girl squeaked and tried to raise her claws even more.
　The blood rises to my head.
　I tried to be friendly, but not only did she scream and run away, she dug her claws in.

''You little brat!
Gah!

　The girl was blown away when Futoshi pushed her away.
　She rolled on the ground with a rumble and hit the back of her head hard.

'Ta, help!'

　He looks up at me with frightened eyes and tries to run away with his elbows and feet, as if he has lost his back.
　His demeanor makes me squirm.
　The smell of twang sticks in my nose.
　I look and see a stain spread across the girl's skirt.
　She pissed herself.

''............................Fuhi.

　I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
　If you think about it, I am a member of the Order.
　You should have been given the right to live and die.
　I'm not going to be able to get rid of it," he said, laughing and lashing out at the girl.
　When I focused my attention on the machete, I was struck by a light impact.
　The shock continues for two or three times.
　I move my gaze.

''Hee!''

　Their eyes met, and the woman stopped moving in a position where she was still swinging a wooden stick up.
　She was dressed in a shabby dress and wore what looked like a nightcap.
　Apparently, it was her mother.
　I can smell a similar smell from both of them.

'Run!'

　The girl's mother - a female would be fine - swung the wooden stick down four or five times.
　In the former world, she might have had at least a concussion, but Futoshi, even though she was a production worker, was beyond level 10.
　The attacks of the villagers would not work.
　Fuhi, Futoshi stood up and sank his body.
　You can't use a machete.
　The female swung the wooden stick down and Futoshi rushed forward.
　He dove under the wooden stick and pushed the female down.
　Easier than twisting the baby's hand.

'Run!'

　The female screams.
　I look and see the little b*tc* trying to get away.
　Okay, I decide to let it go.
　I feel pain in my face.
　The squeaking and screaming female is trying to stick her claws in.
　The female is desperate.

'Bad boy!　Bad boy!

　Futoshi mounted his horse and slapped the female on the cheek with his slap.
　It was tame enough, but with each slap, blood splattered.

'Apologize!　Apologize!　Apologize for hitting me and telling me you're sorry!
"I'm sorry for hitting you.
No need to apologize!　I am a member of the Order!　You're a bottom-feeder who does nothing but blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
'I'm sorry!　I'm sorry!

　Finally understanding her position, the female begged.
　Futoshi was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.

'Someone come!'

　The female exhaled in relief as an angry voice rang out.
　Huh, Futoshi laughed.
　Power surged up from deep within her body.

''It ... itches.''

　He itched and looked down, and what looked like a black tattoo slowly spread from the index finger of his right hand to his elbow.
　Futoshi stood up and carried the female up.

*

　Evening - Futoshi looked down at the female.
　She poked at it with her toes, but her response was slow.
　Her body is squirming.

'What does it matter what happens to my daughter?'
....

　The female didn't twitch.

"...back to the village?

　It doesn't matter if they've seen us.
　We'll just kill them all.
　No, it's not a good idea to kill them.
　I was told that if I killed someone in the church without receiving the ritual, my status would turn red.

'Shit!'

　Futoshi scratched at her crotch and right arm.
　Maybe this woman had a disease.
　Such fears were bubbling up, but Futoshi knelt in place.
　That's when he heard a hyphenated sound.
　A shock to the left shoulder and a fever arose.
　It quickly turned into intense pain.
　I stared at my shoulder in fear--.

''Fu-hiiiiiiii!

　Futoshi screamed.
　An arrow had been lodged in his left shoulder.

'It hit!　You've hit it!
Heeeee!
Shame!

　Futoshi screamed and ran away, but a man appeared from the bushes and blocked his way.
　He is a warrior in leather armor.
　The man swung his sword down--.

''Fuhiiiiiiii!''

　Futoshi screamed for the second time.
　His left arm was missing from the middle of his upper arm.
　The man had cut it off.
　He held over the wound and squatted down on the spot.
　Pain filled my thoughts.
　When I looked up, I saw three men and a woman looking at me.

''Awful, awful!
What the hell is wrong with you, you criminal!

　The woman spat and kicked Futoshi in the groin.
　She choked on the intense pain, and an unearned pleasure penetrated her entire body.

''Hey, this guy!''

　The woman pulled her foot back as if she'd touched something hot and kicked Futoshi in the face.
　Her nose, her teeth broke.
　Futoshi was excited, tortured by the pain.

'Awful, awful yeeee, I'm a knight, I'm a knight, I'm a knight.

　Futoshi stared at the woman.
　She looked like a rapper with braided brown hair.
　Her eyes are sharp and her lips are thick.

'Even knights joke around--'
Oh, gosh!

　A muffled scream interrupted the woman's voice.
　The female's belly was swelling rapidly.
　It was as if she was in the last month of her life, or even more so, swelling up.

'Wha, what!'
What's going on?
Well, how could it be?
'Don't be silly!

　The four of them turn around and say the words, tinted with bewilderment.
　The futoshi has now disappeared from their consciousness.

''Fuhiiiiii!''

　Futoshi picked up the fallen machete and swung it at the head of a man who was close by.
　He cracks the man's head open and slams the machete into the neck of the man next to him.
　Blood gushes out like a fountain.

''This, this guy!''

　The man thrust his sword out, but his movements were lackluster, perhaps because he was confused.
　Futoshi ducked without difficulty and slammed the machete into his face.

[The level has increased. Level 15--]

　The angel's voice rang out, the broken nose, the teeth returned to normal, and the wound on his left arm closed.
　But his left arm will not regenerate.
　His right leg is still intact.

How dare you bring your friend in!

　An explosion sounded and blood and flesh rained down on the woman.

''What, what?''

　The woman turned around and exclaimed.
　There were two monsters standing there.
　Their entire bodies were wet with blood, as if to show that they had come out of the woman's stomach.
　They look - they look like brats.
　Its arms and legs are as thin as dead wood, and its belly sticks out.
　There are no ears, but instead ears that remind me of a bunny girl sprouting from his head.
　And his face looked a lot like Futoshi's.

''Fuhihi, fuhi.''
Hehehe.

　The brat lets out a laugh.
　If he encountered them without any prior knowledge, he would feel nothing but fear.
　But Futoshi could see that these two animals were his children.
　They are connected in a different way than when they use magic.

'd*mn!　I'm sorry--!
Let him go!

　Futoshi slammed the machete into the woman's ankle as she fell down.
　The woman screamed and rolled around on the ground.

'You guys!'

　Futoshi ordered, and the children attacked the woman.
'd*mn it, stop it!　Stop, stop!
　A woman's scream echoed through the forest.

*

d*mn, your left arm is gone, too!
....

　Futoshi looked down at the woman.
　Her eyes were cloudy and drooling.

'Hmmm,'
Hehehe.
Whew!

　Futoshi strokes a section of his left arm.
　Thanks to his leveling up, he didn't die, but the mental damage of losing his left arm is immeasurable.
　The wound should have healed when he leveled up--.
　Maybe the big wound would never heal.
　If I recall carefully, some of the knights had wounds that were still there.

''Well the villagers are dead, but the adventurer woman is alive.

　I mutter to myself as I look at the three children.
　We must examine the difference between villagers and adventurers.