JZK_SENSEI

Hey, how are you? Imagine that I'm just relaxing and enjoying life one day, and then all of a sudden— This strange energy zaps through me when I wake up in this bizarre Isekai realm. It is like nothing I have ever seen, and I'm thinking, "What in the world is going on?!" It's frightening and hyped up. And this location, I tell you? My story is more twisted than a pretzel factory, and there are secrets all over it. Really, there are more shocks in this world than you could ever imagine. It's going to get wild up here, so stay tuned!

Jikirukuto: Takoyuki Arc

"Yes! I finally made it past the gate!"

I couldn't help but shout as I stepped into the city. A guard gave me a weird look, but I didn't care. I made it. Somehow.

But as soon as I caught my breath, the reality of this world hit me like a horse cart at full speed.

People were everywhere. It was like walking into a medieval version of Akihabara's Sunday market—if Akihabara were covered in dust and everyone had swords strapped to their backs.

There were stalls overflowing with food, weapons, armor, potions, clothes—basically everything. It was overwhelming. Merchants shouted their deals. Adventurers bargained over gear. Music played in the distance—just drums and flutes, but they had rhythm, like something straight out of a historical drama.

I was the sorest sore thumb in the history of sore thumbs.

Everyone was dressed like nobles straight out of a fantasy manga—velvet cloaks, golden trims, enchanted accessories. And here I was… wearing goblin loot.

My once-cute track jacket and jeans got eaten—literally eaten—by a slime back in that cursed dungeon. All I had left was a patchy brown rag I salvaged from a slain goblin, turned into a makeshift sleeveless dress. I looked like I crawled out of a trash can in a JRPG.

I wandered around the market, mostly just looking. I didn't even know what I was looking for. Maybe answers? A sign? Or maybe... just something to eat.

My stomach twisted painfully, like it was trying to digest itself.

I haven't eaten in three days. Maybe four? Honestly, I lost count after the first goblin ambush. I sniffed the air—meat, spices, something sweet—and I swear I almost passed out.

I approached a stall that was selling skewers of raw meat. Looked kinda like yakitori. I reached out before realizing something important.

There was no grill. Nothing to cook it with.

That's when the guy ahead of me casually snapped his fingers, summoned a tiny flame, and roasted the meat himself. Just like that. Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Meanwhile, the only magic I've managed to learn so far is Water, Wind, and Ice. All of them maxed out, SS-rank, totally overpowered in combat—but completely useless for cooking!

I wiped my mouth. I wasn't drooling, okay?! (Okay, maybe a little...)

"I just want something warm... edible... please..."

I could probably freeze a goblin army with my eyes closed. I did it before—genocided an entire horde that way. But cooking? Feeding myself? That's apparently out of my pay grade.

What kind of RPG protagonist can't even feed herself?!

I sat down in a corner, pulling my ragged cloak tighter.

People walked past, some sneering, some not even noticing me. I felt invisible.

"Why... why did I end up in a world like this…?"

My voice cracked, barely a whisper.

I wanted this, didn't I? I always dreamed of being Isekai'd. New world, new life, magic, adventure—heck yeah! Right?

But nobody told me how much it would hurt.

No game UI. No respawn. No easy mode. Just... this.

A broken girl, in a broken dress, in a city that didn't care.

Is this what being a hero feels like...? Or am I just another background character in someone else's story?

And honestly, I didn't know which one scared me more.

CHAPTER 2 — The Initial Steps Into Anarchy