Chapter 1: Chapter 1: No thoughts of bad things
"By the way, this is inspiration. What year is it now?"
"It's the 236th year of the imperial calendar... no, but do you know what year it is?" Are you really sick?
The old man in the ghetto answered my question about the damage with a worried look on his face.
I thought it would be strange if someone who was in good spirits the day before suddenly asked me, ``What year is it?''
"236 years..."
However, I did not respond to the words of the old man in the ghetto,ghetto, and I checked my body. The year
The year I woke up as a hero was the year 236 of the imperial calendar.
This confirms that the goddess has kept her promise to me.
``Have you awakened yet?''
I checked my body, but I couldn't feel the fullness of power that I had felt since becoming a hero.
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"Then what month and day is it?" What happened? Huh? Even though you have a head injury, maybe the Paril gang is bothering you again?.
"Paril?"
Hearing the words of the old man in the ghetto, I tilted his head and grinned.
Now that I think about it, I remember that before I woke up as a hero, I was molested by Paril.
"That's not true. Please tell me what day it is today.
"...May 16th." Well, has my hair gotten better? Let's take a look!"
"Then it will be a few days before you wake up."
I estimated my plans for the return trip and left my ghetto inspiration to toss my hair out.
I just woke up on the 20th. I became a hero on my birthday, and I'm sure it will return to its original strength in a few days.
``It's strange. Are there any noticeable scratches?
``Who's to say that, Grandpa?'' It's not like we're going anywhere.''
``...Well, there's no way to find a suitable place!'' What should my sons do? Sorry, Allen. If only you had a little more strength.''
I tried to calm him down, but he didn't believe me at all.
That's understandable, since Paril's gang are the most social thugs in town, and not only me but the rest of town were busy avoiding them.
``No, you've never actually been beaten?''
``Try lying to me. I came here with scars all over my body.''
``Hahaha. Back then, back then, things are different now."
He said that while smiling shyly at the touching words.
He came to fight the Demon King and save the world, but in reality, he was only getting beaten up by the neighborhood bullies.
It was a strange feeling to be back in the real past.
``I can't. I'm going to find these guys and finish them off.''
``No, what are you going to do with them?''
I shouted as I held up a poker in the corner of the house and tried to get out. Old man.
My memory of Paril's gang was vague, but I remembered that they weren't old people.
"Are you going to keep getting hurt like this?" Who was hurt? Is it really nothing?"
"Nonsense! Your boyfriend must be really sick somewhere. Until recently, just hearing the name Paril turned my face white.''
``...No, what else do you have?''
I scratched my cheek, my face heating up at the touching words. I felt it coming.
It's because I remembered how shy and helpless I was before I awakened as a hero.
``Okay, Inspiration. Today, I will solve their problems.''
``How, you bastard?''
I spoke with confidence, but the old man in the ghetto looked at me with suspicion. It was full of.
Seeing this kind of inspiration got me a little excited too.
It was only 20 years ago that I couldn't remember what happened to the boys in Paril, but it happened in real time that the old man in the ghetto looked at me pitifully.
"Oh, yes. Can you please believe me for once?"
**
"Where can I find these people?"
After being convinced of my inspiration, I was confused. I left the house scratching my head.
I threatened to beat up the guard on the spot, but that was because I didn't know where the guard was.
Furthermore, the scenery of my hometown, which I visited for the first time in 20 years, felt very unfamiliar.
``But, well, the town isn't that big, so you'll probably find it if you walk.''
That's what I thought right away, and I started walking slowly through the village.
There were one or two villagers who seemed vague, but I ignored them and moved on.
"This expression is the same."
Seeing the villagers looking at me with dissatisfaction, I smiled bitterly.
It was a small town, and everyone knew that I was the descendant of a wandering orphan.
The old man in the ghetto accepted people without worrying about what he saw, but not everyone became like the old man in the ghetto.
Yeah, I was really annoyed by the security guards running around doing all sorts of bad things.
"Kyaa!"
As I was leisurely walking through the village, I heard a woman's scream coming from an abandoned house in a corner of the village.
Some of the villagers near me must have heard it, but they looked confused and did nothing.
"Bastard."
I laughed at their hypocrisy and quickly opened the door of the abandoned house and went inside.
And again.
I had no trouble finding Paril and his thugs in the area where I heard the screams.
"Huh? Allen. What are you doing here?"
"Why are you thinking of leaving town now?"
I saw the guard smiling at me.
What's interesting is that they sexually abused one of the girls.
I ignored the boys and looked at the half-naked woman tied to a pole.
``What was her name?''
I looked at the woman's face and frowned a little.
I remembered her because she was very pretty for a small town, but I couldn't remember her name.
"Why? Allen, are you sure? Yes?"
As I stared at the strange woman, Paril smiled wickedly and asked, "Aren, are you sure? Yes?"
He then began caressing the woman's pale breasts with his half-bare hands.
"Hahaha. Lina, how are you doing? Why not give this wanderer a chance?"
The woman did not respond to Paril's words.
Of course, his mouth was covered with a white cloth.
"Oh, why? Don't you get excited just by the idea? Are your nipples hard? yes? "
Paril said, teasing Lina's slightly swollen nipples with her thumb and forefinger.
No matter how funny that statement was, I saw two of Paril's subordinates laughing their heads off.
To be honest, when I did that, he thought at most that the woman in front of him was named Lina.
That's because what she did was childish, but it's also because in her life as a heroine, she had seen women whose beauty was incomparable to Lina's.
"Of course I'm not doing anything with these girls."
I let out a small sigh and looked around.
Every boy and boy of Paril had a sword at his waist.
"Allen, what are you doing? Huh? Is it too hot to see?
I ignored Paril's words and picked up one of her pokers that was lying near her.
The old man in the ghetto didn't just pick up a poker and swing it around.
It supports a moderate amount of weight in a well-balanced manner, and since it is made entirely of iron, it will not easily break due to slight impact.
"…Poker? What does it do? why? Shall I light a fire?"
``Do you really want to try, you wanderer?''
As I watched the poker, I saw the villains of Palil reach for the hilts of their swords.
``If you were scared, you should have taken it right away.''
As if to threaten him, he grabbed the swordsman and charged straight at the bad guy.
Nothing changes when you draw your sword, but you don't have to get hurt either.
packs.
The tip of the poker, which was shaken lightly, hit the man in front of me on the back.
"You crazy bastard! Did you turn around?"
Paril Assassin 2 tried to draw his sword belatedly, but I wasn't the one who saw it.
quasiku.
The poker spun quickly in the air and hit the man in the head with his sword half-drawn.
I shook it lightly, but I could see red blood flowing from my head.
And by chance, the blood flowed directly onto Paril's face.
"What is this?"
Unexpectedly, a bloody Paril was looking at me with a confused expression.
He didn't even think to draw his sword; he just stared at me with a stupid look on his face.
It's natural to be surprised that this idiot, who was always left alone, defeated two strong men who were supposed to be his subordinates at the same time.
"Are you going to keep staring at me like that?"
I asked Paril as I wiped the blood from the poker.
It's the others; you have to deal with them properly even if you kill them right away.
``Originally, when boiling the head, it was convenient to boil it thoroughly.''
If you were to defeat it by surprise, it would likely be even more troublesome.
There's no context because you have to drive it into your bones that you're not the real deal.
I said, pointing the poker blade at Paril.
``Don't say anything else and draw your sword.''
``...That crazy man, where did you get the medicine?''
For a moment, Paril's face stiffened with embarrassment. violently distorted.
Perhaps he felt too embarrassed to be intimidated by someone like me.
windows.
Paril calmly drew his sword and charged towards me.
A swordsman who was not afraid to kill people.
"As I thought, you're a hopeless piece of trash."
Shaking off what little sympathy I had left, I thrust the tip of the poker into Paril's throat.
And my attack hit the neck of the man who ran towards me in excitement.
"Ouch!"
Paril was instantly hit in the neck and fell to the ground.
Watching him roll on the ground with the sword still around his neck, I realized I was slowly raising the poker.
"Well, I don't hold any grudges."
Like a man doing his job, I began to slowly hit him with the poker.
Arms, legs, shoulders, and hips.
Heartbeats began everywhere in his body, except for the places where death would be dangerous.
"Kuku...!! Please don't do that. I was wrong... I didn't do it well. Oops! Oh...!! Buy it, save money."
Paril is praying while writhing in pain. Look, I sigh.
If she really had a deep grudge against him, she might have even visited him after he became a hero to take revenge.
But in my previous life, of course, I left it alone.
Please give an uninteresting reason why you shouldn't use the power you received to defeat the Demon King for personal purposes.
"You just need to rest for a few months. Then you won't think of doing anything bad."
I continued to punch Paril, who was crying, but of course I didn't get her lungs blown out like Lina's screams. There wasn't.
**
``Take it away.''
He pointed at Paril, who had turned to mud, and said that to the fools who were slow to come to their senses.
When they saw the poker in my hand, they supported Paril and caused his lung to pop out.
As long as the villagers check on Paril's condition, the news will probably reach the old man in the ghetto in less than half a day.
"City! City!"
Just when I thought I had done everything I needed to do and was about to leave the abandoned house, I heard a subdued voice from behind me.
``Ah, there was one left.''
Then I remembered Lina tied to a pillar and looked at her voluptuous breasts and well-proportioned legs that were exposed through her half-naked clothes.
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