An ordinary profession creates the world's strongest

From the perspective of others, some people might think that it is dependence or the suspension bridge effect, because the encounter between Yue and Shi is so dramatic, and it is natural to make such a judgment.

However, no matter what others said, Yue would not waver, because those idle words were of no consequence. Back then, during the life-or-death battle with the scorpionoid, Hajime did not abandon her, but shared her life and death. At that time, Yue had already obeyed the cry of her soul and made a decision.

—Dedicate myself to this man.

Considering Hajime's uniqueness and the situation he found himself in, anyone could see that he was going to face a difficult road. Even so, Yue's heart cried out, "This is him!" The thought of using him to escape his situation, or simply being friends, never crossed her mind.

If I were to use a word to describe it, it would become a cliché the moment I uttered it. So Yue would never say it, but… if I had to, it would be "fate." This encounter was definitely fate for Yue.

So the moon will not stop.

She would express her love with all her might, conveying her feelings with her whole body. Without hesitation, she followed her resolve and dedicated everything she had to the boy she met after three hundred years.

Even if someone else lived in Hajime's heart, even if Hajime was against the world, even if Hajime was tired of Yue - it didn't matter.

"...Hehe, Vampire Princess won't let you escape."

In other words, that's what it is.

"Hmm? Did you say anything?"

Hearing Yue's soft whisper, Hajime opened his eyes slightly. He looked at Yue lying on top of him, looking up at him from his chest, and gently brushed away a few strands of hair from around her mouth with his fingers.

"Nothing," Yue replied, feeling the touch of Hajime's fingertips caressing her cheek, and she shrank her neck as if it was itchy.

Perhaps because he found Yue’s reaction so amusing, Hajime’s fingertips stimulated Yue’s cheeks, jaw, and neck. Hearing the “hmm!” and “ahhh!” sounds that gradually became sexy, Hajime was about to retract his fingers, but Yue’s moist eyes said more than a thousand words. She was telling Hajime, “I want to continue.”

Although his eyes wandered, he soon fell in love with her. Seeing the delicate and beautiful girl rubbing against him like a cat, before he could realize it, his hand reached out and his fingertips landed on the silky smooth skin. This was another small defeat.

No matter how powerful they become in the future, the monsters born at the bottom of the abyss will definitely not be able to defeat the enchanting vampire princess.

However, in the sense that "whoever you fall in love with loses", the vampire princess is probably destined to be a loser in this life.

Each is a loser, and each is a winner.

This is the relationship between the monster and the vampire princess that you meet at the bottom of the abyss.

Afterword to Volume

Hello everyone reading this book! And to everyone who got to know me through "Let's Become Novelists," let me introduce myself again. I'm the author of "Ordinary Occupation," and my name is Shirami Ryo.

First of all, I want to say that... this work is purely fictional and has nothing to do with many real-world groups, objects, and other things. Earthlings cannot use magic (possibly), and individuals cannot shoot electromagnetic cannons (probably).

Well, now that the precautions for safety reasons have been written down, let me say to everyone again, thank you very much for purchasing and reading this work.

Did this work disappoint you? Or did it satisfy you? I don't know which you are, but it would be my honor if I could let you immerse yourself in a proper sense of chuunibyou.

As mentioned earlier, this work is the original text that I submitted to the novel submission website "Become a Novelist" under the user name "厨二好き", and was created after additions, modifications, and the addition of new plots.

When I first started writing, I wrote hastily, without an outline or complete settings. I added settings as I wrote, and it became a work written by Baimi for Baimi. But even now, Baimi enjoys it more than anyone else, and that hasn't changed... Even so, this work full of hobbies and delusions has been given the precious opportunity of being turned into a book, a near-transmigration opportunity, thanks to everyone who supported me on "Let's Become Novelists."

I would like to say thank you all again for having fun with me. I will continue to contribute to the web version, and it should be moving towards the end. Please look forward to the book and web versions together.

By the way, as you can probably tell from Shiromi's username on "Let's Become Novelists," he's a huge fan of chuuni. He loves it so much that he can't help but submit a novel, not just this one, but even on ※HAMEON, where he lets his imagination run wild and writes a chuuni-infused spinoff novel. (Editor's note: A Japanese spinoff submission website.)

It's not just Shiromi. All men in Japan—no, all men around the world—no, no, all men and women, young and old, in the world, surely harbor a never-fading chuunibyou within the sealed chamber of their hearts. Therefore, if this work can help awaken that fiery soul within those of you who are suppressed by common sense, age, shame, and societal perceptions... then I'll be satisfied.

Ah, but even if your fiery soul is awakened, please be careful not to vent it in public, otherwise serious trouble will occur.

Well, I often hear teachers say they don't know what to write in their postscripts... Hmm. When I've been in their shoes, I can relate. There's really nothing to write about, or should I say, it's nerve-wracking. It's just like trying to write about your strengths in a job interview.

So before I start writing stupid things (which I feel like I'm already advocating for), I think I'll just move on to the acknowledgments.

First and foremost, I would like to thank Mr. Takayaki for his amazing illustrations for this book. I have been deeply moved since I first received the draft. I am truly honored to have Mr. Takayaki illustrate this book. Thank you very much.

Next, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to my editor-in-chief, Editor S, who enthusiastically encouraged me to publish this work in a book, even though I initially declined the offer for personal reasons and because I wanted to write purely for fun. I would also like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone in the OVERLAP editorial department and everyone else who helped to bring this work to book form.

Then, finally, I would like to thank all the readers who have read and purchased this book. I am really, really grateful to you.

Baimi will continue writing the book and web versions with gratitude to everyone, and we hope you will continue to support me.

I sincerely hope that I can see you all again in the next episode.

Volume 1 Bonus Booklet: The Vanadis Arriving in the Holy Land

This shop, with its impressive array of merchandise, gives the impression of being small, but inside, the latest anime songs play at a quiet volume. This shop specializes in subculture goods such as games and manga, and is a well-known establishment with branches across Japan.

Of course, the shop is filled with people who call themselves "gentlemen" or "warriors," like believers gathered at a holy place. Some come with friends, and they chat earnestly with each other, making this a space full of enthusiasm and vitality.

However, even in a store like this, there is still a quiet place. It is a special area in the back of the store, separated by a huge curtain. The sign on the curtain reads "18+". Yes, it is the adult area.

In a space like that, even the most battle-hardened warriors would unconsciously become silent and aware of the gazes of those around them. Even the anime songs played seemed to be restrained and sounded exceptionally low. It was such a quiet place.

The unique atmosphere was suddenly broken.

"Hey, hey, Kaori, where do you want to go in?!"

"Uh... B-but, Shizuku-chan..."

The voice that echoed all around was a girl's. Hearing the soft voice that could be described as "like the sound of a key", the soldiers were startled and peeked out from behind the bookshelf. At the edge of the curtain, they could see snow-white and slender fingers that were obviously a girl's.

They thought to themselves, "Is she planning to come in? Damn! Our escape route is cut off!", but there was only one entrance, so there was nothing they could do.

"No buts. Since the regular edition is sold out, you can just give up."

"But... that's a game released by Nagumo-san's father's company, right? Maybe Nagumo-san is also playing... the H-H version."

"I-I'm telling you, you came here to buy games just to have something to talk about with Nagumo-san, right? Are you planning on chatting with Nagumo-san about H-games in the classroom? I can imagine Nagumo-san being so disgusted and terrified of you when asked about that topic. That would be even more pathetic."

Today, Kaori went to buy a game from the game company run by her father, Nagumo Hajime, hoping to find something to talk about with her class crush. However, because it was a bestseller, the regular edition was sold out at every store, leaving only the "18+ edition," which had just been delivered yesterday. While her age meant she couldn't buy it, Kaori was a courageous young woman in many ways, and for some reason, she was ready to enter the 18+ realm.

"Mmm, even so... don't stop me, Shizuku-chan! Even women have times when they have to do something even if they know it's wrong!"

"At least now isn't the time for that! Hey, ah, don't go, wait a minute!"

The soldiers held their breath and focused on the other side of the curtain. The next moment, they saw the girl rushing in. They were so surprised that they couldn't speak. They thought to themselves, "This must be a lie. This is impossible. Such a beautiful girl..."

As Kaori rushed in, she saw a poster of a cute girl in disheveled clothes, and her face flushed. Then, noticing the speechless gazes of the male customers, she lowered her head. Then, realizing Shizuku, also blushing, pulled her hand from behind, Kaori thought to herself, "I, I can't lose!" With this misguided determination, she took a step forward.

Shizuku desperately tried to pull her hand, but she was completely powerless due to the various objects surrounding her that stimulated her sense of shame. As a result, she became like a child lost in a different world, and followed Kaori obediently.

"Ah! Shizuku-chan! I found it!"

"W-what? Where are you taking me?!"

Kaori pulled Shizuku, who was on the verge of tears from embarrassment, and picked up the product she was looking for. Upon seeing the box, she couldn't help but let out a cry of "Uwaa!" or "Eeh!" The reason, of course, was the beeping illustrations of the characters on the box.

Just as Shizuku desperately turned her face away, Kaori squinted her eyes meaninglessly to peek and check the back of the box, and then said something shocking.

"Huh? This girl looks a lot like Shizuku-chan..."

"What!? No, don't be silly! I'm not lying on the ground with my butt sticking up like this!"

Shizuku, who had already carefully examined the image, retorted with a blushing face. However, her voice seemed a little too loud, and at that moment, a "Puff!" sound came from behind the shelf, and at the same time, a "Thump!" sounded as if something fell to the ground. "—! Don't die! Damn it, the blood won't stop flowing!" Someone else said, as if she had accidentally imagined something.

"B-And, if that's the case, the girl over here also looks like Kaori."

"Hey! I, I won't wear such shameful clothes and straddle a boy."

Behind the shelf on the opposite side, a bright red flower seemed to bloom again, and "Medic, Medic!" only such a mournful cry was heard.

At this moment, the savior appeared in front of the soldiers who were facing despair.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but we have age-restricted items here. Could you please comply with the regulations?"

That's right, the store manager had arrived. He judged that if things continued like this, his castle would be filled with the bodies of countless soldiers. He figured if a man in his thirties said a word, they would probably feel embarrassed and leave on their own.

However, the opponent was a strong enemy. Although Shizuku bowed and apologized desperately, embarrassed to the point of tears, and wanted to take Kaori out, Kaori did something unexpected at this time. Although her face was blushing, Kaori still handed the pornographic game to the store manager with both hands...

"I, I want to buy this!"

Even with his cheeks twitching, the store manager was still ready to refuse due to age restrictions...

"I, I bought this for Dad!"

Everyone present was thinking, "How could there be a father like that?" Kaori, perhaps realizing her excuse was far-fetched, continued with excuses like "I'm giving it to my father as a birthday present" and "We need to play together," further confusing the situation. Beside her, Shizuku finally overwhelmed with shame and crouched down, covering her face with her hands. Just as Kaori asked, "Isn't it okay?" with a pitiful look in her eyes, the store manager finally reached his limit.

"Excuse me for a moment," the store manager said, disappearing behind a shelf. "Puff!" A fountain of crimson erupted. He, too, was a fan of subculture. "Manager, ahhhhh!" the soldiers' cries rang out.

After that, it goes without saying that the bodies of soldiers and shop assistants continue to be mass-produced, as Kaori still tries to get the game.

Volume 1: Pursuit of Romance

"In a sense, this research is the career I've poured the most dreams and energy into."

This sentence begins a notebook-sized research journal. The faded gray cover and yellowed, grimy pages reveal countless pages. One can easily sense the passion of its owner.

Each page is filled with tiny handwriting, recording the research content or results, topics and investigations. However, even so, the research was not completed in the end, and the author's regret can be seen between the lines.

"It's a shame I can't achieve my dream. It's all that guy's fault. It has to be that way, right, there's no mistake about that bastard!"

There was a sentence mixed in along the way that sounded more like an expression of anger than a complaint, but I ignored it and just turned to the last page.

"I sincerely hope that you, who are reading this, will understand my passion and be willing to inherit my unfulfilled will, complete that work for me, and reach the pinnacle of my ideal. Please, I will leave it to you from now on."

In the hushed room, the man who had watched the last words quietly sighed and snapped his notebook shut. Then, looking up at the sky, his eyes filled with emotion, he stood there for a moment, muttering:

"Okay, I will complete your unfinished business. I will inherit your will and ideals."

The whispered words quickly faded into the darkness and the walls of the room. However, those words, though soft, carried a passionate intensity that permeated the surrounding air. Only a pair of eyes, devoid of will and emotion, silently observed all this.

The sound of machinery operating echoed in the room. Nanyun Hajime had a serious expression on his face as he was carrying out the delicate task of assembling parts of new equipment. The location was the workshop at the bottom of the [Orcus Great Labyrinth], in Oscar Orcus's secret base.

Beside Hajime, who occasionally shone with a shimmering red magical light, sat a porcelain doll with shimmering golden hair. Within her hands, delicate, snow-white fingers were sewing. She was, of course, the vampire princess Hajime had met at the bottom of the abyss—Yue.

While Hajime was enriching his equipment through forging, Yue would also be beside him, working hard to make durable clothes for travel and general clothes (including clothes for night combat). This had gradually become a habit.

“…Okay, done.”

In the quiet space, Hajime's voice, which seemed quite satisfied, echoed. Yue stopped and looked towards Hajime, only to see that Hajime was repeatedly clenching and opening his fist with the prosthetic hand on his left hand.

"...Is this a new piece of equipment for the prosthetic arm?"

"Yes, I'm going to test shoot now, do you want to see it?"

"Um!"

Many of Hajime's artifacts combine magic with modern weaponry and gaming knowledge. Therefore, each one is new to Yue, constantly stimulating her curiosity. Furthermore, since the necessary equipment is mostly complete these days, Hajime is fretting over what features would make it more convenient to use. Since he hasn't created new equipment in the past, Yue is even more excited.

Hajime slowly stretched out his left hand, pointing it at the target inside the workshop. His hand formed a fist. The clenched metal fist, without any pretense, gave off a very oppressive feeling.

Seeing Yue's excited and expectant expression, Hajime smiled smugly and declared:

"Here it comes, a man's dream, the Diamond Fist!"

As a heavy explosion resonated from within his abdomen, Hajime's left hand flew out with astonishing force. Maintaining a fist shape, he drew a flaming line towards the target, shattering it with a resounding explosion.

Hajime, beaming with elation, channeled his magic power into his prosthetic hand. With a crackling sound, electricity coursed through his left hand, which had been buried in the wreckage of the target, as if drawn back out of thin air. With a crisp "click!", it was loaded onto Hajime's left hand.

"How is it?" Hajime, still beaming with pride, glanced at Yue beside him, seeking her opinion. Hajime thought her soul would surely be boiling with joy and admiration.

however--

“?… Is that all?”

The response she received was indescribably subtle, a look of confusion even crossing her face. A "!?" sign appeared above Hajime's head, and a look of astonishment crossed his face, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Y-You said that's the only way... No, this is really powerful, right? This is the Diamond Flying Fist? It crushes the opponent with one blow, and then it flies back, right?"

"...But... in terms of power, the railgun is more powerful, right?"

For some reason, Hajime, feeling extremely embarrassed, desperately defended the usefulness of the "Vajra Flying Fist," but Yue, with an even more bewildered expression, offered a reasonable rebuttal.

For a moment, Hajime let out a "Hmm!" and was speechless. However, Hajime smiled, as if to say, "Not yet, it's not over yet!", and refuted Yue.

"Indeed, if we only look at power, the railgun is more powerful. However, the sudden flight of the extended hand is a surprise attack that only the Kongo Flying Fist can achieve."

"...Doesn't the speed of the railgun make it more like a surprise attack?"

Hearing the second rebuttal that was incredibly accurate, Hajime was struck, and his steps staggered a few times. However, he would never fall, because how could he give up the King Kong Flying Fist?

"It would be useful if you lost your weapon, right?"

"...Would it be more useful to lose your left hand in battle?"

"..."

“…Besides, if Hajime doesn’t use the railgun, using ‘Shrink the Earth’ to get close to the enemy, then launching ‘Vibration Smash’ or ‘Hit the Arms’ to directly attack them would be more effective—”

Hajime removed his left hand, tossed it aside, and then took out another left hand from his 'treasure vault' and put it on. He gave Yue a bold, challenging smile and held up his left hand to show her.

"Alright, Yue, I'll accept your challenge."

“???…I’m sorry, Hajime, I don’t understand what you mean.”

"Indeed, the Diamond Fist might be a little unsuitable for me. If it weren't for me, it would be a very useful weapon, but... Anyway, let's put the Diamond Fist aside for now. I'll show you the real new equipment. Don't hesitate, feel the trembling that reaches deep into your soul."

“…Uh, so I said, I don’t understand what that is—”