“Ouch…”
I entered the worn-down shack and grabbed a healing salve from a nearby table, applying it over my bruised body.
Probably, this kid kept the salve around because that old guy’s “magic training” got him injured every day. Well, I doubt this ointment does more than offer minor relief…
“Anyway, that’ll do. Still…”
With the salve applied, I sighed and glanced around the place.
This rundown shack was about as cramped as my tiny apartment. And a “second home”? That’s clearly a lie.
Judging by the look of things, it seemed like nobody else lived here besides me.
“Leaving a kid to live alone in a rundown shack like this—isn’t that pretty heartless? Well, whatever. I’m tired… Let’s lie down for a bit.”
Finished with my inspection, I dove onto the nearby bed. Today has been exhausting.
Man, my whole body hurts. I’ve got burn marks too; that lousy old guy is unforgivable…
“But why am I in a place that feels like another world? I was just working a moment ago, wasn’t I?”
I muttered to myself, lying in bed with my arms crossed. I definitely wasn’t from a world like this with its medieval, Western vibe.
I was just an ordinary wage slave, working at a black company in Tokyo.
And I was supposed to be at work there until just recently, dealing with some nightmare project dumped on me by my awful boss. I hadn’t slept in three days, pushing to finish the work.
By six this morning, I’d finally completed the program and celebrated, only to feel drowsy, and the next thing I knew, I blacked out.
“Well… whatever. If it means I don’t have to work at that black company anymore, that’s way better.”
Feeling a bit optimistic, I decided to stop worrying about my original world. Not having to slave away every day? That’s amazing.
“Yawn… But this kind of feels like that whole ‘isekai’ thing. Could it be that I somehow got caught up in one of those trendy ‘reincarnated in another world’ scenarios?”
I muttered as I yawned. Still, I hadn’t been granted any cheat abilities or met some godly figure…
“And what’s up with that rotten old guy and brat earlier? They were mouthing off and seriously pissing me off, right?”
Judging by their attire, they’re from some high-ranking family, so that would make me part of it too, right? They did call me the eldest son.
But why is there such a difference in how they treat the eldest and the younger sibling? That guy’s a total toxic parent.
“Ugh, I finally get to another world, and I end up as the kid of a toxic parent? Just my luck. But I’m so used to dealing with hardships that it’s no big deal.”
Working at a company where unpaid overtime, all-nighters, and verbal abuse from the boss were normal, I was already immune to harsh treatment.
Plus, I’d been in sports clubs since I was a kid, so I’m no stranger to injuries or pain.
Sure, I’m banged up now, but I’m not fatally wounded, so these injuries aren’t a big deal.
“But the phrase ‘magic training’… That did spark my middle-school fantasy-loving side.”
Since I was a kid, I loved fantasy games and anime. Back in school, I’d play games like that every day.
So when that lousy old man said the word “magic,” I have to admit, my middle-school fantasy-loving side was totally tickled.
Which means this world might actually be one of those fantasy worlds filled with swords and magic.
“Hmm… but honestly, I’d prefer a slow-life type of isekai over one where I have to live out some fantasy of wielding swords and casting spells.”
After being overworked as a wage slave lately, the idea of tilling fields or fishing was way more appealing to me than going on fantasy-style monster-hunting adventures. After all, the slow life is everyone’s dream, right?
Still, with a toxic parent like that around, there’s no way I’d be able to live a slow life.
“Man… what a horrible old man. But the prestigious Alfeid family of magic, huh? Heh, that sounds straight out of a game.”
With a sigh, I thought back to my conversation with that rotten father. Oh, right, my name is supposed to be “Seras,” isn’t it?
“So my name is Seras Alfeid? Hmm… Seras Alfie… Wait, but that name sounds kind of familiar…”
Something about the name “Seras Alfeid” rang a bell. Nobles with the Alfeid name. This family setup. A father and a younger brother, and a prestigious magic family…?
…Wait!! Could it be…?!
“Ahh! Seras Alfeid… That’s that vile boss from Sword Fantasia!!”
The moment I realized it, I jumped out of bed with a shout.
