Prologue

“Thats I’m possible, teacher that’s not possible! I can’t run anymore!”

“It’s OK, this isn’t outside human ability. One million laps!”

“Its not going down! You said one million ten laps ago! Why isn’t it going down at all!?”

“Relax, your teacher is watching properly! After you finish its a million sword swings!”

“Teacher, please listen to what I’m saying!”

“I can’t handle that teacher anymore! The muscle brained idiot.”

After combat training was finished I made my back to the dormitory my tired legs moving awkwardly as I complained about the Sparta like curriculum.the way it’s going my body is going to fall apart before I even get to enter a dungeon.

“I’m not doing it anymore, as of tomorrow it’s bye bye to combat training.”

Today is the last time. My body began to feel a bit lighter as I told myself that. The only reason I even took this combat training seriously was out of a sense of duty and with that condition cleared I’ve decided to skip. More importantly who could take that sort of training seriously.

If your status doesn’t increase then no matter how much you train its just a waste. When there are easier ways to get stronger who could do something like this?

“How could I do something like combat training?! I’m going to raise my level! ”

The grudge I’d held onto until know showed itself in the form of a shout as I raised my right fist into the air. Although at the same time, I remembered how long it took to get here.

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“Isn’t this the starting village?”

By the time I’d noticed, I was somewhere I’d never seen before. Well no, I had seen it before, but only on a computer screen. It sounds stupid but it’s in a game that I’ve put in more than 8000 hours on, there’s no way I’d mistake it.

The game was called[Dungeon job hunting]. It’s a strange title but it’s an RPG that I’ve played to the point of becoming a no life god. I gave myself over to the flow of the game and continue to do speed run after speed run.

No, I guess it would be ‘continued’.

“Uuugh, my head.”

Just as I was about to remember my brain rejected the line of thought. However, an unrelated memory floated it’s way to the surface. The worst thing that could happen to a gamer, their worst nightmare. I’m a victim of a true disaster.

The last thing I remember was seeing myself in the mirror, I’d taken a number of drugs I’d had no business taking and had begun to foam at the mouth. That should have been it for me.

“Hmm, then right now I’m? ”

Why am I alive? Something felt off as I patted my body.

“Was I always this small? And these clothes, they look like some sort of game costume.”

It was my body, but it was impossible as this body was quite fit. Touching my face I could tell it’s different but I couldn’t tell in what way, somebody give me a mirror.

However, at this point there’s not much left to guess.

“M-maybe, could it actually be?”