Punishment
I stood in the royal court.
Beaten. Humiliated.
Not because he was stronger.
Because of his f*cking luck.
I lost to a worm — and now, the king gets to decide my fate.
He sat on the throne — fat, bearded, crowned — a sack of meat with a golden hat.
But somehow… the pressure in the room was real.
Like the air itself was afraid of him.
Beside him sat a line of wrinkled fossils — old men with fake wisdom and dead eyes.
Around me? Dozens of whispering idiots.
Nobles. Knights. Servants. All buzzing like flies.
I'll kill you all one day. Every last worm.
Then came the sentence.
"Jake, summoned Hero. As of this moment, you are stripped of your title and exiled from the Kingdom of Chronos."
I didn't flinch.
Fine.
F*ck it.
Let them rot.
Even if I crawl through hell itself, I'll come back stronger.
And when I do?I'll burn this kingdom to ash.
You'll all beg for mercy — and I'll spit in your faces.
Pathetic f*cking trash.
Then the knights showed up.
Big, armored bastards — all muscle, zero brain.
They didn't speak. Just grabbed me like a sack of trash and started dragging me.
I fought back. Kicked. Punched. Screamed.
Didn't matter.
They were too damn strong.
I wanted to leave on my own terms.
Walk out like I didn't give a shit.
Not like this.
They pulled me through stone corridors, past thick castle gates, out into the open streets.
We passed through markets.
Taverns.
Homes.
People stared.
Whispered.
Why the f*ck are you looking at me?!
You've got slaves rotting in chains, beggars dying on the street — and I'm the one you judge?!
Eventually, we reached a side gate — not the main entrance.
They threw me out.
Hard.
I hit the dirt like garbage. Dust in my mouth. Pain everywhere.
Sat there, bleeding. Sweating. In my shredded school uniform.
No weapons. No food. No gold. No allies.
Just rage.
So this is it, huh?
Exiled.
Alone.
In a world I didn't ask to be in.No clue where the next kingdom is. No map. No plan.
I stood up, brushing the filth off my arms, and looked around—
That's when I saw it.
The same f*cking city.
The front gates.
There was a massive line of people.
Merchants.
Travelers.
Adventurers.
All waiting to get in.
They showed something to the guards — small papers or tokens.I walked over. Tapped one guy on the shoulder.
"What is that?"
"Permit," he said, glancing at me. "Proof you're allowed in."
Oh. Of course.They kicked me out the side — like garbage.But this? This is the real entrance.
Perfect. I've been thrown out like trash from a place that still lets people in… as long as they have the right piece of paper.
And me?
No permit.
No status.
No f*cking chance.