Chapter 1

On this day, Kenji made a vow that he would destroy this world.

Kenji Kasegawa, PhD. He was playing with his dogs when his billionaire wife in her maid outfit brought him sandwiches, unrequested. He thanked her with a grin on his face, and took a second to be grateful for all the wonderful things life had bestowed him, including his wife. She had been hoping for a threesome with her beautiful millionaire female friend, but Kenji was not yet ready to open his relationship to more women. As a wife, she always wanted what was best for her husband, and she thought such a wonderful, handsome, muscular man deserved to be shared with more women.

Alas, his life was perfect. His toilet paper in the fourth floor's bathroom had run out of dollar bills, but he had pretty much everything else he wanted. Although they say the pasture is always greener on the other side, his garden was scientifically proven to be the perfect color of green.

His success was a cause of great jealousy for some, but he always gave a big part of what he received to those in need, as he, too, knew what it was like to grow up poor. But after a lifetime of being overworked and in debt, he thanked God every day for all the good things he had accrued.

As he was about to take a bite into the tuna sandwich with extra mayo, the sandwich fell on the floor. The man who had been holding it was gone.

Instead, Kenji took a bite of something a bit more flesh-flavored. It tasted a bit sweaty, salty. Even a bit hairy. But his billionaire wife had been a Michelin-star chef in the past, so the taste fell a bit below her usual standards, he thought.

He raised his head, and saw a man wearing a crown, just inches away from him. He looked down again, and realized that he wasn't exactly biting into a sandwich, but the hand of the man sitting in front of him. That sight wouldn't last long, however, as his own face got punched by a metallic fist, crashing far into the rigid stone floor.

His vision was blurry, his mind confused. Before he could make anything of the situation, men started speaking.

"How dare you disrespect the king, you maidenless plebian!?" - said a guard with now bloody metal fists

"Guards, stand down. Since we do require his assistance, I'll forgive his insolence this one time. Be forewarned, otherworlder. If you touch me again, I will not be so kind as to bestow upon you my magnanimity." - interjected the man in the golden crown.

"What's going on!? You're not my billionaire supermodel wife! Where is she? Where am I?"

"Silence, cur! I said I would not be so patie-"

"What did you to my wife, you fucking bastard!? I'll fucking kill your family!"

"Guards, beat up some more sense into him. Make sure to keep him alive, if he has a couple less working legs."

In retrospect, threatening the king's family was not such a good idea. At least, his now broken torso didn't think it was. There seemed to be a crowd of people watching him get beaten, too. Most of them enjoying it. Some of them wore modern clothing. Moments later, he found himself in a dungeon.

"So you're finally awake, huh?" - a guard in front of him said.

"Who are you? Where am I? What did you do to my billionaire supermodel wife?"

"Calm down, scoundrel. We haven't done anything to your wife, and I do not quite understand what the word billionaire means. We have summoned you to a new world by the order of the fucking king. We have enemies in the West that we need help with, so we performed an ancient ritual to summon heroes. Heroes summoned this way are blessed by God with magical power once they transverse into this world. But it appears that we have summoned an aggressive hound. You have violated the law, peasant. But by the king's order, we're giving you a chance to see yet another day. All you have to do is to present him with your power, and help him with his conquest. Be thankful, dog."

Kenji took a deep breath. Although he was summoned away from his perfect life for what seemed to be a petty war, he could still find a way to go back. But that would change if the king decided to kill him, so he figured he would tentatively cooperate with the kingdom.

"What do I have to do?"

"You should be able to feel magic flowing inside your body. We'll test how much magic and what kind of magic you own. If you're unlucky not to have enough magical power to satisfy the king's needs, it will be up to him to decide your fate. You also have some visitors. They're heroes, like you. However, unlike you, these ones know their place. I'll be taking my leave now."

Before Kenji could ask for further details, a large group of heroes took the guard's place, and one member instantly started a conversation.

"Hi, I'm Shouda, nice to meet you!" - he said, acting as the spokesman for the group

"Fuck off, I'm busy not talking to you."

"Hey friend, don't be like that! I know you've been beaten up mercilessly, and you might not feel like helping this kingdom at this moment, but think of all the good you would do for the people by helping out!"

"What good? Making sure our enemies suffer excruciating deaths? I'd rather stay home with my dogs, who love me just as much as my supermodel wife."

"I think you're being a bit pessimistic, friend. If we just work together, we can help out the king! It's really fulfilling to help others, y'know? You should try it out sometime. I hope you see the light soon!"

"Yeah, and I hope you fuck off."

"Well friend, I understand your anger. But with the power of companionship, we can accomplish so much more! I wish I could chat with you a bit more, and get you to see how everything that happened to you might actually be a positive thing. But sadly, we're off to have our abilities measured by the king. I hope to see you with a more positive attitude soon."

The heroes left, and Kenji was left by himself, confined inside the tiny dungeon, until a couple of hours later, it was time for his own evaluation.

He was escorted back into the throne room. He saw a large, transparent tube, placed in the center, which didn't appear to do anything. The king, begrudgingly, explained.

"In front of you lies a detector for different magic types. Otherworldly heroes are generally blessed with sacred magic, but it may present itself in many forms. These are wind, earth, fire, water, lighting and darkness, all of which can be lethal to their target. Most commoners also possess magic, just nowhere near as strong as the kind that heroes have."

"The detector in front of you will reveal what kind of magic you possess. Wind magic will turn the tube white, earth will make it green, and so on. The stronger your magic is, the more intense the color becomes. Now, you are to touch the tube, and we will tell you what kind of affinity you possess." - the king added

Kenji was afraid. He had not felt any different since coming into this world, apart from his broken bones. Chances were, he had no magic. However, he had no alternative, he knew he had to take the gamble and pray for a miracle.

"What are you waiting for? I don't have all day, and the hand that you bruised is the hand that controls your fate. Don't make me wait one more second, dog."

He had no choice. He approached the tube as close as he could, without touching it. On the other side, he could see the king through it quite clearly. Kenji readied his hand, and prayed for a color intense enough he would no longer need to see the king's hideous face. More than that, he prayed he could live, to come back to his wife and their mansion in the Bahamas.

He touched the glass, and before long, gasps were audible all over the room. Spectators were surprised not because there was a strong, deep color, but because there was none. Not having any magic at all was a rare occurrence when it came to summoned heroes. The tube was as transparent as it was before Kenji touched it, and he knew what that meant for him. In desperation, he touched it with his other hand, but there was nothing. Not even the faintest sign of color. He could still see the king through the tube, laughing hilariously.

"Hah! Hahahahah! Why am I not surprised? Trash like you is unworthy of powers bestowed by God. I shouldn't even have benevolently given you a chance at this trial. Well, I'd say I'm sorry for you, but I'm actually quite happy about having you killed. Guards! Take him back to the dungeon, he is to go to the guillotine tomorrow morning. Don't forget to advertise the event to the townsfolk. I want him to serve as an example for how not to behave in front of the king."

"Yes, your honor."

"Fuck you, bitch! You summoned me here, took me away from my billionaire wife, who happens to have large assets, both literally and metaphorically, and now you plan on killing me!? You fat slob, go choke to death!"

Kenji's attempt at diffusing the situation did not bode well with the king.

"I changed my mind. You are to kill him now. Just take him away from the throne room and cut his head off, I don't want you to make a mess here next to me."

"Yes, your honor."

One of the guards escorted him out of the room, before Kenji even had a chance to respond back at the king. He knew it was over for him. All he had worked for had already been erased as soon as he got summoned here. An entire life of work, ruined on the petty whim of a king. Without agreeing on anything, the king had taken his life away once by summoning him, and once more by sending him to his death. Enraged would not sufficiently describe how he felt. This world had taken everything away from him. And now, his head would be taken away from him too.

The guard gave him the mercy of his final words, which proved to be fatal in more ways than one.

"Do you have anything to say before I chop your head off?"

"Yeah. You should kill yourself, cunt."

That was all he got to say before the guard took action. He took his helmet off, readying himself for the kill. He unsheathed his sword and, with one swift motion, pierced not Kenji's neck, but his very own. Kenji watched motionless, as the guard fell down to the ground beside him.