— Showa Kishi's pov.
- Before I was reincarnated into this world, my name was… well, let's just say it was the kind of name you'd expect from an otaku who spent most of his waking hours immersed in the fantastical realms of video games and light novels.
- I was obsessed with magic wands, ancient wisdom, and the intricate lore that shaped the very fabric of those fictional realities. My life revolved around pixels and prose, a comfortable existence within the confines of my room.
- One day, as countless days before it, I played a game – a particularly engrossing RPG – for an ungodly amount of time. The sun rose and set, hours blurred into an endless cycle of quests, battles, and character progression.
- Finally, my eyes heavy with exhaustion, I pushed through the final boss, watched the credits roll, and collapsed into bed, expecting nothing more than a deep, well-deserved sleep.
- Imagine my shock, then, when I awoke not in my familiar, slightly cluttered bedroom, but in an utterly unknown, shockingly luxurious room. Sunlight streamed through tall, arched windows, illuminating silken drapes and ornate, gilded furniture. The air smelled of polished wood and a faint, unfamiliar floral scent. My heart hammered against my ribs. What was this? Was I dreaming? Had I been kidnapped?
- Panic began to set in, a cold dread creeping up my spine. I scrambled out of the ridiculously soft bed, my legs feeling strangely lighter than usual. I looked down at my hands, then my body. That's when the true horror–or perhaps, the ultimate surprise–dawned on me. This wasn't my body. It was smaller, slender, almost delicate. And the clothes I was wearing? Definitely not my usual worn-out t-shirt and sweatpants.
- Frantically, I scanned the opulent room, searching for anything, any clue. My gaze landed on a large, intricately framed mirror in the corner. Hesitantly, I approached it, my reflection drawing me in like a powerful magnet.
I froze.
- Staring back at me was a boy, no older than thirteen, with striking blonde hair that shimmered like spun gold in the sunlight and a pair of piercing, intelligent golden eyes. The face was youthful, handsome, almost too perfect.
- At that very moment, a flood of fragmented memories, not my own, cascaded into my mind. Names, places, events – it was overwhelming, disorienting. And with those memories came the undeniable, unbelievable truth: I had been reincarnated into the very game I had just finished playing. Reincarnated as Allen Arthur Varley, the Protagonist.
- A strange mix of disbelief and exhilaration washed over me. I, a mundane otaku, was now the main character of a fantasy world. It was insane. It was terrifying. It was… exhilarating. I was the Protagonist! That meant I had plot armour, powerful abilities, and a destiny laid out before me. All the hardships, all the trials – I knew them. I knew how to overcome them. This was incredible! I was getting everything I wanted, all the cheat abilities I had only dreamed of!
- Then, a sudden, confident declaration escaped my lips, almost as if it were Allen's voice speaking through me: "I will just kill the demon emperor and have a harem of my own." It sounded ridiculous, but in this new reality, it felt… right. It felt like destiny.
- Just as I was revelling in this shocking revelation, a gentle knock echoed at the door. "Young Master Allen? Are you awake?" A soft, melodious female voice called out.
- "Yes, I am," I replied, trying to sound as natural as possible, though my voice cracked slightly with nerves.
The door opened, revealing a kind-faced maid in a pristine uniform. "Good morning, Young Master. Your father requests your presence in his office."
- My father. The Duke Varley. Right. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. This was it. The beginning of my new life.
- I followed the maid, my mind racing. The corridors of the mansion were vast and grand, adorned with tapestries and suits of armor. Finally, we arrived at a large, imposing door. The maid opened it, ushering me inside.
- The office was exactly as I remembered from the game's lore: filled with towering bookshelves, a massive mahogany desk, and the imposing figure of Duke Varley himself, with him was a man with the bearing of a seasoned warrior, a long, gleaming sword sheathed at his back.
- "Allen, you came," Duke Varley's voice was deep and resonant. "Greet your new teacher. He will teach you swordsmanship and magic."
- " Nice to meet you, Allen. My name is Logan, and I'll be your guide through the crucible of combat. I'll teach you what you need to fight, not just what you want to learn."
- Logan's voice, rough as a whetstone, echoed in the vast, almost menacing training grounds. The air thrummed with a suppressed power, hinting at the gruelling trials to come.
They said he was a known warrior, but when we started training it started to get hard, his training wasn't just hard; it was a descent into a relentless, suffocating pressure I hadn't imagined possible.
- Each day chipped away at my resolve, pushing me to the brink. I thought I knew what "difficult" meant, but Logan's methods redefined the word. He was less a teacher and more a force of nature, relentlessly testing every fibre of my being.
- I tried to resist, to push back, some days to disappear, to make him stop, but it was like fighting a tidal wave. My pleas to my father went unheard, dismissed as the complaints of a weakling. He wouldn't intervene, wouldn't pull me from the jaws of that hellish training.
- Then, just as I felt I might shatter, Logan vanished. He resigned. Just like that. One moment, he was a relentless shadow, the next, gone. I survived, yes, but the scars of his "tutelage" ran deeper than any blade.
- I met another trainee who was also good with training but was not as relentless as my first one he taught me everything normally but I was thinking "Why do I need to do a hard training, I am the Protagonist and I have cheat abilities that would make me stronger in the future." Allen.
- After 2 years of training I finished my training in swordmanship and magic which made other teachers amazed, then I met my fiancée Anna Julian Gordon.
- She was a girl with a jet-Black hair like obsidian and a crimson eyes, with a slim body and a noble aura coming from her.
- " Allen, why are you slacking, you are the hero you have to train very hard because you are the saviour of this country." Anna.
- " Don't worry even if I don't train I will still get stronger Anna." Allen.
- This is my fiancée, she is before Allen meets the heroine after their relationship progresses he will anual this engagement and engage the herione and I will get her because I loved the heroine the soft hearted girl.