Natsuki Subaur

Subaru stands in front of the instant ramen rack at a convenience store late at night. His eyes are droopy, his body is tired, but his lips are smiling wryly—it's a boring day, but this is his life As he bent down to pick up the ramen, his vision blurred. The next second, when Subaru raised his head, the convenience store was gone. The smell of plastic and cooler was replaced by the scent of damp earth and a strange night breeze Subaru looked around: cobblestone streets, wooden buildings, lantern light. People dressed in medieval attire passed by, staring in wonder at the cheap tracksuit he was wearing “This must be a fantasy world, it's time for me to be the protagonist!” But reality hit home—he didn't get any swords, magic, or system maps. His stomach was empty, his yen wallet was gone, and his stomach was starting to growl