1 Is this a flag?

I was in my room reading a novel when a survey ad appeared. Normaly ill just close the tab to not waste my time and avoid virus but that time i was suprised that its about a story that i have read. So i give it a try but i wont click the submit bottom. I just answer it orally without typing the answer.

Do you like rise of the shield hero?

ummmm yes

do you like the mc or not and why?

honestly no...I understand how he react to some situation but even though he got his revenge he still feels pathetic to me. (no hard feeling fans of the original,,, i also like it but it doenst mean i like the mc, same concept with liking a music but sometimes you dont like the singer because of some reason)

are you satisfied with your current life?

no i want to become rich so i can make my family less tired.

do you want to go to another world?

seriously is this a flag hahahahhahahha. well f*cking No!!!

you really dont want to go?

no

you really really dont want to go?

-_-

you really really really really dont want to go?

who the heck created this survey?

in my annoyance I quickly close the tab. Before i even restart reading a novel i feel my head aching. Floating words appeared on my sight.

Do you want to change your life? Do you want to enter the world of sword and magic?

Yes or No

with no hesitation i click the word no. I dont want to abandon my parents just because of some fantasy.

Sorry you dont have a choice. iniatiating body transfering to the word of rise of the shield hero.......

the f*ck!

blinding light shine on my eyes forcing me to blink but when i open my eyes what appeared is a dark room with several robed men which currently uttering some weird sounds. Noticing the glowing lines and shape on the floor, the small shield on my right hand, the familiar scene and remembering the words i heard in my room. My breathing start to become irregular, my head began to ache and sweats pour down from my body. i wish that this is just a dream but i know it was not. thinking about my family that i wont see again in period of time. I wanna shout but fortunately i was able to think rationally. i quickly calm down by taking deep breaths. Panicking wont do me good here.

Fortunately i know i would be able to come back or else i dont know if i will be able to keep my sanity. Consoling myself I the start looking at my surrouding i quickly see the the robed men or should be the mages that use magic to summon us, other side character and of course the other hero. looks like im the first who wake up as the other three hero's eyes are still closed.

looking at the other hero i notice that all of them has good looks. they have smooth and white skin. the childish cute look itsuki bow hero, the uncle boy next door look motoyasu spear hero and the cold and inteligent look ren sword hero. Ah so frustrating i really hate good looking man.

while waiting for them to awakened i raise my right hand. looking at the dark green orb in the center of my shield i quickly see my reflection. disappointedly just like what i thought my pimples and acne scars didnt disappear. oh well ill just find a magic potion for my problem.

I then focus my sight on my cheat i mean weapon wait! is shield even considered as weapon? well whatever i tried releasing it but its clinging to my arm. This was too weird. How do i even finish my business with this(you know what i mean right?). How do i wear new cloths. wont my hand become tired and cramp holding this. Dont tell me i need to practice my left hand? While thinking about my possible future issues the sword hero called out to one of the robed men. Look like they are already awake.

"So, are you guys going to tell us where we are?"

"Oh, honorable Heroes! Please, save our world!"

"...Huh?"

the three replied in unison while i stay quiet well you know i already know why.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You must have many questions, but time is short. You are the chosen Heroes, summoned here by an ancient ritual."

Summoned...?"

"Currently, this world is teetering on the edge of destruction. We pray of you, please, lend us your power!"

The robed man bowed.

"Man, so much talking."

"This sucks."

"Right?"

"Can we go now?"

The other three people summoned here spoke up continously

The guy with the sword start to talk again and brandished his weapon.

"Don't you guys have any shame at all, suddenly dragging us here without our permission?"

"Even if you send us home when the job is done, that's basically just using us as slave labor, you know?" The guy with the bow voiced his agreement with a glare.

"You get where we're coming from, right? Keep in mind that depending on your answer we might have to become your enemies." the one with the spear also spoke up

I totally agree what they were saying. It was our right to help or not. the summoning is not even volunatarily especially for me.

"P-Please, at least have an audience with the king before you do anything rash. You can discuss the details of your complaints there."

One of the robed men opened a heavy-looking door and gestured us inside.

"Well, I guess that's that."

"Seems like it."

"Though, talk is talk, even if it's a king."

With that, the other three guys headed toward the exit. I followed behind them, so as not to be left behind. Compared to the dark room we'd started out in, the stone hallway was bright and lively.

...The air here smelled sweet. Possibly due to being accostomed with poluted ai.

On top of that, the scenery we could see through the row of windows lining the walls was positively breathtaking. Clear blue sky, far as the eye could see, hung over a townscape straight from medieval Europe. Truly a rare sight, a world where there is no extreme pollution.

when we reach the throne room we immediatley heared a voice

"Oh? So these are the Heroes of old?"

A self-important old man was looking down at us with an appraising gaze. That should be the idiot king. I naturally look down on him but something is bugging me I couldn't put my finger on it, something about him made me uneasy.

"I am the king of this country, Aultcray Melromarc the 32nd. Raise your heads, Heroes."

I resisted the urge to really look straight ahead or else he will notice the contempt and disgust on my eyes.

"Now, I shall explain the current situation. This country - nay, the very world - is on the path to ruin."

Basically, it was like this:

A prophecy existed which predicted the end of days. It spoke of wave after wave of calamity which would beset the lands. If nothing was done, the world itself would fall into ruin.

And, the year of the prophecy had finally come. The sands of the ancient Dragon's Hourglass had begun to run once more. According to legend, the Dragon's Hourglass was supposed to serve as a monthly warning system for the Wave of Calamity. At first the people had written it off as mere superstition. However, disaster struck the instant the final grain of sand fell, just as the legend said.

A dimensional fissure appeared over Melromarc, and a vast horde of monsters spilled out from within. Though the country's knights and adventurers just barely managed to subdue them, the next wave was expected to be even stronger. There was no way they would be able to stop the calamity a second time. And so, the leaders of the country decided to enact the ancient summoning of Heroes, in hopes that they might be saved.

...By the way, our ability to communicate with the people of this world without a problem was apparently a boon granted by the legendary weapons we all held.

"Uh-huh. So, you expect us to just work for free, then?"

"That's sure convenient for you."

"...It really is selfish, you know. Dragging us into a problem that doesn't have anything to do with us."

the three Idiot thats right lets call them that as also they are performing smart today later they will become an idiot due to their wrong mindset. Judging from the way they were smiling earlier, they obviously weren't really upset. So why were they speaking so brazenly? to get as much as benefits of course.

"Well, it's true we have no obligation to help you. And suppose we do save the world, only to get sent home empty-handed after all our hard work? Nobody would take a risk like that unrewarded."

"Urk..."

The king shot a glance toward one of his retainers.

"Of course, it goes without saying that we were planning to richly compensate you for your efforts."

The three idiot clenched their fists excitedly, even i feels excited. Reading it and experiencing it on hand is really different.

"Besides that, we could also prepare discretionary funds to support you on your journey. It's a small price to pay to ensure your cooperation in saving our world."

"Oh? Well, as long as you make it a promise..."

"Don't think that means you own us, though. We're just cooperating for as long as you stay on our good side."

"...That's right."

"Yeah."

Again with the condescending attitude but i know that the king highly value them hes a pawn of church of three hero after all. I remember how he overly support and pamper the three in the story.

"Now then, Heroes. Tell me your names."

While I was wrapped up in my own thoughts, the others began their introductions.

"My name is Amaki Ren, age 16. I'm a high-schooler."

The Sword Hero, Amaki Ren. A total pretty-boy.

He stood a petite 165cm (roughly), with delicate, sincere features. In fact, he was so pretty you might even mistake him for a girl if he dressed up. His hair was short, with brown streaks. With his long-slitted eyes and light skin, he was the very image of a cool, slender swordsman.

"I'll go next, then. The name's Kitamura Motoyasu, college student, 21.

The Spear Hero, Kitamura Motoyasu. An easygoing older-brother type.

Though his features were more traditional, he was easily on par with Ren in the looks department. If you told me he'd dated two girls at the same time before, it wouldn't surprise me at all. Even his hair was chic, tied back into a long ponytail. It was a feminine cut, but somehow he made it work. All in all, he seemed like a helpful and reliable guy.

"Oh, me now? My name is Kawasumi Itsuki. I'm a 17-year-old high-school student."

The Bow Hero,Kawasumi Itsuki. A mature youth with the air of a pianist.

There was a fragility about him, yet at the same time an unshakable strength. Honestly, it was hard to get a read on him. He had nice hair, though: wavy, with a bit of a perm. He seemed nice enough, for the quiet, little-brother type.

I couldn't help but start being jealous about their looks again, mind you, you would also feel embarass being the average looking surrounded with handsome boys. Damn! I should hurry find the magic potion.

"Oh, sorry. Guess I'm last. The name's Ichibara Ryuu, and I'm a 17-year-old highschool student."

I decided to use japanese name, i do not know if being a not japanese will raise some problem so i think ill just hide my nationality. Its better to be cautious. also i do look like half-japanese according to my friends.

The king stared at me with contempt in his eyes. This dogsh*t pawn wait till i become stronger ill show you whos the boss but for now ill just lower my head. A wise man know how to compromise

"Hmm. Ryuu, Ren, Motoyasu, and Itsuki, eh? Now, if everybody is okay could you please confirm your statuses?"

"okay"

Status? ah i remember we need that so information like those in the game will appeared. it was extremly usefull and transmigrator friendly

"Umm... how do we do that, exactly?"

Itsuki timidly asked the king for help. oh! right I and the sword hero should be the only one who know.

"What, you guys didn't notice it the moment you got here?"

Ren seemed genuinely shocked that they could be so ignorant. The smug, know-it-all look on his face was totally irritating I know now how the original mc feel.

"There's a sort of icon in your peripheral vision, right?"

Thats right on our rightside vision there is a setting like mark

"Just focus your consciousness on that."

well lets start focusing my consciousness. I also would like to see my status and compare if there is difference from the original.

...Ping! The icon suddenly expanded into a browser-like window that filled my entire field of vision.

Ryan (Ichibara Ryuu)

Class: Shield Hero Lv. 1

Equipment: Small Shield (Legendary Weapon), Otherworldly Clothing

Skill(s): None

Magic: None

Within it, various data was presented in an easy to digest manner. So this was a "status", huh? It was just like something out of a game!

"I'm only level one? ...What a pain in the ass."

"Yeah, can we really fight like this?"

"Uh... more importantly, what the heck is this?"

"Do you not have status magic in your world, Heroes? Here, it is something that anybody can use."

"No kidding?"

Apparently the ability to quantify and observe their actual physical parameters was considered normal in this world.

"Anyway, what should we do from here on out? Being such a low level is making me uneasy."

"Ah, about that. We would like you to go on a journey to polish your skills and strengthen your legendary weapons."

"Strengthen our weapons? They're legendary, right? Shouldn't they be strong from the start?"

"I am simply relating the contents of the legend. It is written that 'the summoned Heroes will grow and strengthen their legendary weapons.'"

"Again with the legends. So can we at least use something else until these things are strong enough to be useful?"

Motoyasu spoke up, twirling his spear absentmindedly. As far as what i remember we can't we need to primariky use it. we are not allowed to use other weapon aside from this.

"We can worry about that later. For now, we should just focus on getting stronger like they asked."

Being summoned as a Hero in another world...

I was overflowing with emotions. I mean, although i feel scared of how i was forced i also feel excitement. Its one of my fantasy after all. There was no way I wouldn't be fired up in a situation like this! The others must have felt the same way, I was sure of it. (AN: well the only way of satisying our dreams now is by writing or reading oher novel)

"Well then, should the four of us party up?"

"Wait just a moment, Heroes."

"Hmm?"

The minister stopped us as we were preparing to head out on our journey.

"The four of you are to gather companions individually, then set off on your own separate journeys."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"It's quite simple. According to legend, the weapons you carry naturally repel each other. Should you operate together as a group, you will do nothing but impede each other's growth."

"I'm not sure I get it, but basically you're saying we can't get strong unless we work alone?"

oh? Some sort of help message had suddenly appeared on my vision.

Caution!

Working together with your fellow legendary weapon holders will be detrimental to your progress.

Please try to operate separately as much as possible.

"Looks like it's the real deal..."

the more i experience the more i feel like we are in a virtualgame instead of another world.

"So then, we need to gather companions, I guess?"

"On the contrary, we will gather companions for you - the best of the best, have no worries. However, the day grows late. For now, rest yourselves and gather your strength. Your journey begins tomorrow."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks."

Here we come, The first schem of that idiot king, b*tch princess and hypocrite three hero church. I already know what theyre trying but for now lets play along.

excusing ourselve we follow the servants to relocated to the guest quarters prepared for us by the king

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