The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

Azure Sea, but a Lonely Nobody Author: A Useless Cat

(Harem! Harem! Harem! I've repeated it three times, please just take a look.)

Question: What are the specialties of Izu?

Answer: Flammable oolong tea!

To overcome his fear of the sea, Hachiman Hikigaya went to university in the coastal city of Izu. He thought that with his solitary personality, he would just spend four years peacefully, but he never expected to meet many strange people.

Kitahara Iori pointed at the pink-haired guitar-playing girl and the颓废JD (a dejected, dissolute young man) JD girl beside him, and said in disbelief, "You actually have so many female friends?"

After learning about his past, Kohei Imamura exclaimed, "And you even had a high school harem club that was once yours alone, and a super cute little sister who would call you Onii-chan?"

"Scumbag! May he be punished by heaven!!!" x2

It's still very peaceful today.

[Grand Blue Ocean + Lonely Rock + Dark JK Style, maybe even a bit of a transformation, anyway, I'll just tinker and write whatever comes to mind (?????)]

Extra 1: The brave man is disqualified

Chapter 1 Kitahara Iori Becomes the Hero

Time travel, as the name suggests, refers to a journey to another world through some means, which is equivalent to taking a time train.

According to previous accounts, the destination of this train is mostly unpredictable. Only a few powerful individuals who have mastered the abilities or laws of time and space can go wherever they want at any time. Those who are summoned or who have inadvertently violated the time and space treaty can only prepare to work for others.

Kitahara Iori, male, is nineteen years old this year, five months shy of turning twenty, and is one of the transmigrators who will soon become transmigrators.

On a peaceful afternoon, he was sitting in a diving shop called "Grand Blue" idly passing the time with his two best buddies.

"Do you think there is any light in this world?"

Leaning back on the soft sofa, he squinted at the bright light hanging overhead, his vision blurred by the white light. He asked the two people beside him the question that had troubled him since childhood.

"I don't know if there's any light, but I do know that if Chisa finds out you're wasting electricity with the lights on in this bright weather, she'll definitely make sure you see the stars ahead of time."

Sitting in a chair reading the Daily Business News, the dead-fish-eyed man uttered a sarcastic remark to his question. This unassuming young man, who had an old-fashioned demeanor despite his young age, was one of his best friends, known as the "Queen of Picking Up Girls in Izu Chiba."

Don't be fooled by his unremarkable and harmless appearance. At only twenty years old, he has already achieved the feat of killing ten people, and the number of girls who have fallen for him has reached a terrifying double digit.

And he's currently at zero...

Damn it! I want to tie this guy to a cross and sink him into the sea! The burning flames could no longer quell the anger in his heart! At this moment, he was like a ferocious lion!

But it's the height of summer now, and it's too hot outside. Let's just forget about it. It would be pointless to make myself suffer just to execute this guy. Let him live a little longer, and we can settle all the old and new scores together later.

Having calmed his anger, he turned his attention to the blond, handsome man who had been silent and focused intently on his phone since earlier. Yes, this was his second best friend, Kohei Imamura!

Despite having an incredibly popular face, she's a hardcore otaku. She not only loves anime and manga but also enjoys socializing. She often openly wears anime character-themed clothing outside for others to discuss.

The other party was ranked second on his assassination list. He hated that he didn't have such talent, while someone with such talent was just slacking off. It was true that things didn't go as planned, and fate was too cruel to him.

"Kouhei, what are you looking at? You look so lost in thought."

"I'm watching the music video for Xia Ye Jiang's new music album."

Kohei Imamura turned his phone screen towards the two of them and unplugged his earphones. The woman's gentle voice sang a sad song. When the emotion reached its peak, he twitched his nose and made a comical face that looked like he was about to cry.

"Xia Ye Jiang's new album is called 'Salvation of the New World.' It tells the story of a hero who saves the world and ultimately perishes together with the Demon King. Both the lyrics and the music video are of a very high standard. After watching it, you really feel a tearful feeling."

He pulled out a tissue from the table, wiped the snot that had streamed down his face from being moved, then tilted his head to the side, his eyes and expression revealing an awkward look of feigned sadness.

Don't you think so?

Kitahara Iori glanced at the animation playing on the screen, nodded listlessly, and gave a few perfunctory "hmm"s.

"good."

Sitting next to him, Hachiman gave a brief but impactful comment and said nothing more. After all, only he knew that before the album was released, the composer had already sung it to him once and asked him to write a two-hundred-word review afterward.

Therefore, he felt that these two words alone were enough to express his feelings for the song.

"You two are being far too perfunctory..."

Although I knew they couldn't appreciate fine food, I didn't expect them to not even bother to glance at it.

Kohei Imamura felt a sense of loneliness, as if he were the only one sober in a world of drunks. Among the few people who cared about him the most, two of them couldn't resonate with him at all.

"It's fortunate that you're not heroes, otherwise that world would surely be destroyed."

He murmured to himself, flipping his phone back over. Since others don't appreciate it, let him be the one and only fragrant lotus.

"Ha, if I were a hero, I would storm the Demon King's lair within three days and blow his house to smithereens."

Kitahara Iori smiled dismissively.

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"Revered hero, what are you waiting for?"

In the magnificent palace, the elderly king gazed at the otherworldly hero summoned by the goddess. Ever since he finished recounting his plea for help—no, his entire nation's and even the continent's—thirty minutes earlier, the hero had been standing there lost in thought.

His silence made the old man, who had only been on the throne for a dozen minutes and had been appointed to a critical position, somewhat worried. Although he had always believed in the goddess, this was the first time he had witnessed the goddess's divine gift.

The hero summoned by the goddess was somewhat different from what they had imagined, but after seeing his peculiar appearance, he felt a little relieved.

After all, the stranger something looks, the more powerful it might be. An ancient country on the other side of the continent once used this saying to prove that most of the rare things in the world look very strange.

"If you're worried about the compensation, then you can rest assured..."

Ignoring the old man's words, Kitahara Iori lowered his head and stared at his sneakers below. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Holy crap, where did they put me here? Is this still Izu?

Wasn't he just talking to Kohei about the hero saving the world a second ago? He even said that if he were the hero, he could definitely destroy the Demon King's home. And the next second he actually became the hero?

This whole time-travel thing is way too casual! Didn't you even check the resume first, or check if the recruiter was exaggerating? You made the decision so hastily, without giving anyone any warning.

If he transmigrated into the body of a hero, what about Hachiman and Kohei? Did they transmigrate too? There's also something very important.

"Hey old man, shouldn't you give me some starting capital? Where's the antidote herb? Ten gold coins? At the very least, you should give me a wooden sword. I have nothing for the early stages of the game, how am I supposed to fight?"

Chapter Two Recruitment! SR Cards! Guaranteed for New Players?

"This stingy old man, who is also the king, only took out five gold coins as a newbie bonus."

Walking on the bustling avenue, Kitahara Iori curiously looked around at everything, marveling at the woman in the long dress and the knight in silver armor not far away.

The crowds passing by were bustling, each with a peaceful smile on their face. They spoke different things in a language he couldn't understand but could grasp the meaning of, mostly discussing the goddess's miracles.

He denied in his heart that it was not a miracle, but just a stupid choice. Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind. He looked up and gazed at the four enormous wind vanes, which were located on the outer perimeter of the towering city wall. The whistling sound of the wind was almost silent when it reached him.

If he were a dull-witted hero, he would take this silence as the prelude to an impending storm. He would grip his scabbard, ready to draw his sword and face the enormous, unseen monster.

But he is a model teenager from a future century, or rather, a parallel world, so he just wants to give up.

No matter what, saving the world shouldn't be his responsibility alone. The so-called hero is not someone who is given a heavy burden and entrusted with a mission in a time of crisis, but someone who defeats the enemy and brings back the news of victory.

He only has five gold coins on him right now. If he buys an ordinary iron sword and a suit of iron armor, the rest of his money will probably only be enough to stay in an inn for one night before he's penniless. He's so poor, yet he still has the nerve to say that he doesn't need to worry about the reward.

So there's nothing at all, so there's nothing to worry about, right? You're really treating him like cheap labor!

Besides, isn't he supposed to be a hero? How come he doesn't seem to see a single buff? Where's the system? Or at the very least, the goddess's blessing or the world's protection? He doesn't even have an aura; how did he manage to clear it in one life? Is it really just love and faith?

Thinking of this, Kitahara Iori sighed. He was truly worried. His future seemed bleak. He wondered if he would be able to go back if he really saved the world.

Feeling increasingly depressed, he turned around and went into a tavern, where he spent all five gold coins. He reasoned that one should enjoy life to the fullest, and that he should spend money after he had finished his work.

He can hone his skills by fighting the Demon King later. But first, he needs to improve his drinking capacity. As the saying goes, "Wine makes friends," and what a hero lacks most is someone to help him, so this is essential.

It had absolutely nothing to do with his desire to taste what the wine from another world tasted like.

-

Ten minutes later, Kitahara Iori, who had been punched in the face, walked out dejectedly.

"What a rip-off! Four gold coins for a bottle of rum? This is pure robbery!"

He just doesn't understand. He's a hero, a hero! His monthly salary is only five gold coins, and this bottle of wine costs four. What's going on? Even though he's in another world, he still can't escape the situation of low wages and high prices. What's the difference between being a transmigrator and not being one?

Or is this the inherently unified reality that cannot be changed?

Life is such a mess.

After complaining about how difficult it was for the population to survive here, Kitahara Iori headed towards the Adventurers' Guild the king had mentioned, intending to try his luck and draw some cards.

If some blind soul happens to choose him as a partner, then he'll have cannon fodder on the front lines. He can then gain experience while looting his teammates' loot, accumulating rage points. When he finally encounters the boss, he can unleash a deliberate punch that will crush the boss, along with its crate and ashes, into a mere half-pound weight.

Don't ask why there's only half a pound. The answer is that your ashes have all been scattered, and you won't be left with a single penny.

After crossing the stone-paved ground, Kitahara Iori arrived at a building that looked just like a bar in a Western movie.

Is this the Adventurers' Guild? It looks almost exactly the same as the tavern we just left.

Perhaps it was because there was alcohol and friends, but anyway, he went in.

Just as she was about to push open the door, Kitahara Iori noticed a small sign at her feet. Squinting at it, she saw that it read: "Adventurers' Guild is currently undergoing reconstruction and reopening. We are recruiting partners. For every ten draws, one free draw will be given away."

Wow, there's still a newbie gift pack.

Kitahara Iori relaxed slightly and stepped into the guild.

--split line--

"Can you tell me what it means that a ten-pull costs eleven gold coins, and that the free pull doesn't count towards the pity pool?"

Kitahara Iori, staring at the guild counter guy face to face, hoped he could give her an explanation. Normally, one draw should only cost one gold coin, so his ten-draw should only cost ten gold coins, not eleven.

What's even more outrageous is that the free draw he gave him didn't count towards the pity system! Do you know what that means? It means that if he wants to get the pity draw, he'll have to spend an extra gold coin! That's one-fifth of his salary!

If you don't get the character you want this month, you'll have to wait until next month. A whole month is gone. If he's already recruited a strong healer and a strong tank, and is only missing a strong damage dealer, then he might have to postpone the task of defeating the Demon King for another month. And can you afford to wait that long?

It's fine if you can wait, but can your country wait?

He's a hero! A hero who shoulders the heavy responsibility of saving the world! Can't you give him a discount, or at least a free ten-pull? That would be too unfair to new players.

"Our store has always been known for its quality, and the partners we can find are all of a high standard, so naturally we have certain requirements regarding prices."

The shop assistant tried to explain to him tactfully, but no matter how Kitahara Iori looked at it, he could only see four big characters in his words.

If you have no money, get out.

"By North!"

This country doesn't look like it's about to be destroyed by demons at all! It feels like it will collapse on its own due to the economic crisis before the enemy's army can even advance!

"If you don't have that much money, I can recommend a partner who doesn't charge you."

"It's free?"

Is he a hero you're guaranteed to get at the start of the game?

The shop assistant gave a professional smile.

"Yes, no money required. He's new here, a bit eccentric, not very sociable, and not well-liked due to his profession. So no one has paid him to handle anything yet. Seeing your handsome appearance, you must be very good at talking. If you handle it, he'll definitely agree to your request."

That's really a stretch. It's just that you get a free SR character at the start of the game, but they become useless in the late game.

Well, he doesn't really have the right to be picky now. A hero should have a kind heart, and according to what's shown in TV dramas, even if a hero randomly assembles a team, the teammates he gets will be somewhat reliable.

So there shouldn't be any problems at all, unless the other party has a criminal record or has offended someone.

"By the way, you said his profession is a bit special, what exactly is so special about it?"

Kitahara Iori asked, "Knowing my partner's abilities sooner would be a great help to me, making it easier to form a team."

"Oh, he's a necromancer."

"Farewell!"

Chapter Three: Space Travel Also Has Time Differences

Necromancers, as the name suggests, are mages who control undead to attack. They are usually thin-skinned and fragile, but their skill set is disgusting. This disgust is not the disgust of being able to unleash a series of combos through a set of dishonorable foot-splitting tactics, leaving you with no or very little way to counterattack and only able to passively take hits. Rather, it is a kind of discomfort that comes from the very essence of the soul, which can be described as a double disgust on both the physiological and psychological levels.

After all, no one can guarantee how normal a person who can resurrect the dead and train them into their own possessions is, in this world full of bizarre species and extreme freedom of fantasy.

However, these were not the real reasons why Kitahara Iori refused to let him become a partner. The main reason he was ready to turn around and leave as soon as he heard that the other party was a necromancer was...