The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

This guy doesn't sound like someone you'd expect to find in a righteous team! He's definitely a hidden demonic cultivator or a traitor! How could I let someone like that join my hero's party!

"Speaking of which, although no one is willing to entrust this necromancer with any task, he has a 100% success rate in completing the tasks issued by the guild. The money he has saved up is probably enough for a hundred consecutive gacha pulls."

The Adventurers' Guild's introducer was talking about the necromancer, but Iori only heard the phrase "100 consecutive draws."

"That mage is really strange; he only takes on quests to earn money, but I've never seen him spend any of it," the recruiter continued. "Since you're not willing, then forget it..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hands were gripped tightly by the other person. Startled, he looked up and saw that the so-called hero from another world had shining eyes.

Please be sure to introduce him to me!

——Ten minutes later——

"This is the necromancer I mentioned, Mr. Hachiman Hikigaya." The young man pointed to the necromancer, who was dressed in a black robe and had decaying eyes. Just as he was about to introduce another client, he saw that the two looked at each other and seemed to know each other.

Furthermore, he also noticed a strange glint in their eyes.

Looking at his best friend, Kitahara Iori didn't know how to react. Although he had been worried not long ago that the other person might have traveled to this place with him, now that they were actually meeting, his worries had only intensified.

because……

Kitahara Iori: [I could tell from his eyes that he wanted to punch me.]

Hachiman Hikigaya: [I could tell from his eyes that he knew I wanted to punch him!]

The introducer: [From their eyes, I can tell this job seems a bit dangerous.]

The blonde beauty in the next town opened her eyes: [Although I can't see your eyes, I can tell from your gazes that he'll be making his appearance soon.]

The young man, glancing left at the hero from another world and right at the guild leader, spoke slowly, his heart pounding: "Um, the request..."

The black-robed mage raised his hand to stop him from continuing, looking directly into the hero's eyes, his voice deep and powerful.

"Iori, do you know? I used to think that the greatest distance in the world was the separation of life and death, but after meeting you, I realized I was wrong."

Kitahara Iori swallowed hard as she listened to his words: "So, what is the furthest distance?"

"The greatest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you, yet I have to care about that insignificant brotherhood, and I feel powerless to slap you across the face."

The man's words startled Iori, causing him to take a few steps back. He was truly radiating murderous intent when he mentioned slapping someone! He was furious! What to do! Of all the necromancers with a 100% win rate, it had to be his best friend who had also been transported to another world because of his boastful words!

Thinking about the other person's wonderful life in real life, it's no exaggeration to say that if Hachiman had been a little bolder, he probably would have starred in the live-action version of "Oh No, I'm Surrounded by Beautiful Women".

The thought sent chills down his spine. After all, they were now in the same world, and he had undoubtedly destroyed the other person's dreamlike life. It was perfectly normal for the other person to want to kill him.

However, he didn't want to be desecrated after his death!

So, he really hates the necromancer class!

Faced with Hachiman Hikigaya's menacing gaze, Kitahara Iori could only pretend to be an idiot, chuckled, and hugged him, trying to add a little more to their already fragile brotherly bond.

"I'm so happy to see you here, Hachiman. It turns out I'm not alone after all."

Staring at the idiot-like Iori in front of him, Hachiman Hikigaya knew he was acting, but he was too embarrassed to scold him any further for his words.

He initially thought so too, because when he inquired about the other two, he always got nowhere, which led him to have the illusion that he was the only one.

From then on, he always kept to himself, and that deep sense of loneliness made him truly understand the desolation in the other person's words.

Hachiman Hikigaya sighed. Being swindled by two idiots was his fate. Oh well, one should always show some compassion for fools.

"Um..." came the timid voice of the young man introducing the item, who was holding a piece of parchment. "Should the commission proceed as normal?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kitahara Iori exclaimed hurriedly.

Just kidding, if this doesn't continue, he'll become a heroic skeleton soldier the next day. I wonder if adding a title will boost his combat power or something.

With his hasty press of the button, the necromancer Hachiman Hikigaya joined the hero's party. Their next mission was to head to the stronghold of the next town and wipe out the monsters roaming around it.

"By the way, how did you become a hero?"

Hikigaya Hachiman looked at Kitahara Iori, who was still wearing modern clothes, and his emotions fluctuated.

With Iori as the hero, it feels like the world is not far from destruction.

"I don't know either. In a flash of white light, I found myself in a castle. There was a rather old man standing in front of me. His first words were that I was a hero from another world."

Kitahara Iori recounted what had happened not long ago, leaving Hachiman completely bewildered. He reached out and interrupted him.

"Wait, wait, you just traveled here."

"Hmm, Hachiman, aren't you one?"

"...No, I'm not."

Kitahara Iori was also stunned when he heard this. Weren't the three of them transported to another world together?

"When did you travel here?"

"Three months ago."

"..."

Three months ago?

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(Re-upload) Chapter 49 Komachi's Thoughts

My first time in a police station wasn't for a driver's license test, but to bail out a group of naked men caught by the police for arson in the wild... This sacred place in textbooks is being defiled by filth! How did they manage to do that? Did they accidentally pour in the "life-giving water" while trying to put out the fire? Impossible, how could those alcoholics do something so wasteful of their lives?

On the way to the nearest police station, he kept his distance from Chisa while thinking. Even though they were four or five body lengths apart, he could still feel the cold glint of sharp thorns emanating from her. She was angry, and very angry, the kind that might draw blood. It seemed he needed to prepare a wreath for Iori in advance. Hmm, decided, he'd just go pick a few bunches of foxtail grass by the roadside later.

"How could those idiots turn a normal outdoor barbecue into arson?"

Chisa Kotegawa anxiously dialed her sister's number, but couldn't get through. This made her even more convinced that Nana was definitely not with Iori and the others. Otherwise, even if her phone was dead, her sister would definitely borrow someone else's phone to calmly explain the current situation to her.

But if we're not together, where will she be?

"Hachiman, do you have Tokita-senpai and Kotobuki-senpai's phone numbers saved?"

Chisa tried calling Hamaoka Azusa again, but no one answered. What's going on today? Is it because everyone's behind on their phone bills?

Her question struck a chord with Hachiman, who suddenly realized that he hadn't saved anyone's contact information after all this time.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Hiratsuka Shizuka, walking beside him, couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you still have the habit of saving other people's contact information?"

"How can you blame me? Usually, no one would save my contact information."

Hachiman said with a sly look, "In my nineteen years of life, the number of people I have in my phone's social list is only a handful. Apart from the two from the Service Club, there are only Hiratsuka-sensei, Komachi, Isshiki, Totsuka, and Ebina. You can count them on two hands."

Why would someone as indifferent and empty-headed as him actively ask for someone else's contact information?

"It's because you always dream of getting something for nothing that you don't have many friends."

Komachi said helplessly, "Who wants to make friends by waiting for the other person to take the initiative to ask for their contact information? You're not a banknote; not everyone will have a strong desire for you."

"I didn't."

Hachiman denied it; he would never admit it. Besides, if he took the initiative, he would only be disliked and disgusted by others. Ha, back in junior high, when a girl mistook him for a stalker and rejected him, he could go to dozens of theaters and say it hundreds of times without getting tired of it.

Because that's the best way to fit his persona!

"Let's not talk about this now."

Hachiman quickly caught up with Chisa. As he ran, he felt something was off. Izu wasn't a particularly small city; it shouldn't be so small that there weren't taxis. Besides, even if there weren't taxis, why didn't they just scan a shared bike instead of running there?

But seeing Chisa's serious expression and her focused gaze, Hachiman wisely refrained from bringing it up, as it would ruin the atmosphere and instantly diminish the tension.

And the most important thing is!

He didn't have a single copper coin on him.

Does he have to freeload off them? Ugh—

It's not so bad, really. After all, the dream of being a stay-at-home dad is almost no different from being a kept man. You say you'll stay home and take care of everything, but in the end, if you want to mop the floor and tidy up the room, first you need a home. If you want a home, first you need a house. If you want a house, first you need money. If you want money, first you need a job.

Being a stay-at-home dad doesn't strictly count as a job, so if you want to be a stay-at-home dad without a job, you first need someone willing to support you, which is called being a kept man.

"Onii-chan, what are you thinking about?"

Komachi, who was accompanying him, noticed that Hachiman had suddenly slowed down and had a serious expression on his face, and asked him what was wrong.

"I just suddenly realized that the wishes I've been pursuing these past few years aren't so unattainable after all."

"what?"

Ignoring Komachi's astonishment, he almost blurted out, "Would you be willing to support me?" It was terrifying; the principle of being a gigolo was eroding him.

"Your wish? That absurd idea of ​​becoming a gigolo?"

Upon hearing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka spoke up, and Chisa, who had been in a great hurry, paused for a moment upon hearing these words.

He is a stay-at-home husband.

Hachiman immediately retorted, "Although the real meaning is the same, would you call someone who hasn't been in a relationship for twenty or thirty years and only has a crush on one person in their memories a simp? When you're out in the world, you have to have your own style!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hiratsuka Shizuka casually waved her hand, her nonchalant attitude seemingly trampling on his dreams. So Hachiman looked up at the sky, so that his crown wouldn't fall.

Stay-at-home dad, what a strange dream!

Chisa glanced at Hachiman, who was looking up and oblivious to the stares of others. It was the first time she had ever heard of someone having such a bizarre wish.

It's not that it's bad; after all, everyone has their own unique ideas. But such uniqueness is truly rare. Based on her understanding of him, she thought he would become the kind of office worker who had to give in to the pressures of making a living. His temperament is very similar.

They complain about how hard life is, but they still have to grit their teeth and persevere. They work like oxen and horses, but earn less than oxen and horses.

However, with his abilities, he will surely succeed.

Chisa inexplicably held a very firm expectation for this boy. She believed that his future would be as he wished, and even if he encountered setbacks along the way, he would eventually find happiness.

Because he is the kind of person who will do his best to adapt to whoever he is with, and those who see his efforts will surely respond to his hopes because of his sincerity.

With that in mind, she slowed her pace and walked alongside Hachiman. After all, it was still early, so it didn't matter if she went a little slower.

"Aren't there two people standing over there?"

With a halting pace, the four of them reached the road halfway along the coast. Komachi squinted and pointed to two figures leaning against the railing not far away. Hachiman looked over.

I saw the person Chisa wanted to see.

"Nanaka-senpai, Azusa-senpai."

"Chisa? Hachiman? What brings you here?"

Chapter 53 The Breakup Farce (Revised Edition)

The atmosphere is a bit off.

In the classroom, Hachiman felt uneasy as he sensed the clearly malicious gazes focusing on him from all directions. He glanced around discreetly and saw that, apart from Iori Kohei, the eyes of the other male students were filled with gloomy expressions. He swallowed hard.

"Don't you guys feel like everyone's expression is weird today, except for us?"

"Have it?"

Iori looked at the boy sitting in the front seat with a puzzled expression. He smiled kindly and gently ran his thumb across Iori's neck to remind him that his neck was dirty and needed to be cleaned properly, suggesting that the other person's newly sharpened kitchen knife would be a good example.

He looked terrified and quickly leaned back.

"Something's really wrong! They want to kill me!"

"Why? We're acting exactly the same as usual."

Kohei also noticed the strange atmosphere. He watched as someone plucked out the doll's golden hair strand by strand, and he covered his own hair in pain.

"Yes, the underwear is on properly."

Three of you, look at me and I look at you.

"If anything's wrong, Hachiman, why are you dressed so neatly? You even have a shirt and trousers!"

Iori angrily pointed at Hachiman, who was wearing an outer garment, saying, "Doesn't this make them look like perverts, wearing only their underwear?!"

"I'm not a pervert, why would I be completely naked in the classroom?"

Hachiman silently slapped his hand away. Under the incredulous look on his face, he clenched his fists and swallowed hard, a bad feeling creeping into his mind.

Do you remember the awards ceremony yesterday morning? The host asked a question at the end: who is the person you most want to share this joy with after receiving it?

His answer at the time was to the people of 'Pag', and Chisa's answer was similar to his, except that she said something at the end.