It had been a week since Iâd been brought to this world.
After so many days of my survivalist lifestyle, I finally came across an artificially created road.
The Fafuran forest was a harsh environment to live in.
I didnât have a single moment of relaxation because of the goblins, orcs, trolls, man-eaters, wyverns and chimeras.
When I tried to sleep in a cave, it turned out to be a killer ant nest, I was attacked by lizardmen when I took a break by a riverside and when I went to sleep in a rocky area a crazy ape took a swipe at my backside.
My heart had been strained over the last week.
âA-At last⌠Iâll be able to find a human cityâŚâŚ haâŚhugh hughâŚâŚâ
Iâd became awfully emaciated over the last few days.
However, my vigor and physical strength remained and I had used only a little mana.
I was relieved at finally escaping that hell, and just remembering how harsh my life so far had been made me feel depressed.
âWell, which way is the townâŚâŚ? With two directions, I have a fifty percent chanceâŚâŚ Iâm still lost.â
I picked up a fallen branch, raised it into the air and tried to decide my path based on which way it fell when I dropped it.
Since it landed to the left twenty-three times, I decided to go right.
Apparently, I have quite a contrary nature.
The road was a simple one, constructed by cutting down the trees and leveling the ground.
There wasnât any cobblestone and the weeds were starting to retake the road in a few areas.
Although it seemed like this place would resemble a river when it rained, I kept a leisurely stride.
In any case, there might be people in the direction I was heading in.
If there are, then this would be a chance to interact with someone, or maybe even to make some friends.
After living in the wild for the last week, I was missing human interactions.
âIâd be happy even if a bandit appeared.â
Anyone would be fine as long as I could talk to someone.
However, if I came across a bandit with the intention to kill, it would dissolve into a one-sided slaughter.
Iâve been fighting for survival for a week after all.
At some point, Iâd developed a knee-jerk reaction to mercilessly kill anything that posed a danger to my well-being.
Speaking of things I noticedâŚâŚ
âThat said⌠itâs been a while since my last bathăâŚâŚ I donât stink, do I?â
Since there hadnât been a moment to bathe, I was worried about my body odor.
It was a strange worry to have for someone who normally didnât care about his appearance.
Simply noticing that was a large achievement for me.
âI should clean myself firstâŚâŚ a river should be good enough.â
I walked down the road as I said that
Whether it was because I was lucky, or because it was a commandment of God, I came across a river.
However, it was the artificial bridge that caught my eyes.
It was a small river about 7 meters across, but I was thankful for the water nonetheless.
I picked a place that would be invisible from the bridge and made my way towards it.
After removing my equipment, I jumped into the river.
After not having bathed for such a long timeâŚâŚ even this kind of bath became unexpectedly comforting. Under these circumstances, I thoroughly washed the dirt off my body.
Furthermore, I washed my clothes and began preparing a meal while they dried on a nearby boulder.
HoweverâŚâŚ it was only meat, just as alwaysâŚâŚ
I dully watched the river while I waited for my clothes to dry.
Since itâd been days since my last calm moment, I spent it leisurely.
Occasionally, I heard a creepy laughter.
âThey should be dry soonâŚâŚ?â
When the sun reached the apex of the sky, I donned my clothes and equipment again.
Iâd grown accustomed to wearing my equipment over the week, and it just felt natural to wear it.
Though the equipment would be considered useless in modern society, my familiarization with it was a case example of human adaptability.
Occasionally, I caught sight of a merchant carriage crossing the bridge, which proved that there must have been human settlements nearby.
When I crossed the bridge myself, I began heading in the direction the carriage had been going to.
A luxurious, all-white carriage passed me by, but since I had no interest in the rich I paid it no mind.
On the road through Fafuran, a lone carriage was running along.
The luxurious, pure white carriage had gold wiring along its frame.
Two knights were sitting on the driverâs seat, while two well-dressed people sat inside the carriage.
One of the passengers was an elderly, but muscular man.
This person was the former Archduke of this region, and related by blood to the royal family of the ăMagical Kingdom Solistheaă.
However, he was currently enjoying his retirement and simply doting on his cute granddaughter.
His name was ăCreston van Solistheaă.
Shortly after he had handed the family estates over to his son, the dispute between his two grandsons had started to intensify, with his granddaughter ăSelestinaă becoming the only thing to ease his worries.
Selestina was sitting opposite of her grandfather with a slightly depressed look on her face and a book in hand.
In a country where magicians ruled the land, she was neglected by her father, the duke.
That was because she had no talent for magic whatsoever.
To be accurate, she, like all creatures in this world possessed magical power, but her ability to use it was remarkably low.
In addition to that, she wasnât even the child of the duchesses, so her familyâs persecution of her had been severe.
Selestina was born from an affair between the current duke and one of the mansionâs servants.
Coupled with her inability to use magic, her torment only continued.
Creston, who was protective of his only granddaughter, had her move into his retirement villa in an attempt to make her talents flourish under his watch.
Heâd hired famous magicians from across the country to be her tutor, but all it resulted in her being branded as a failure.
Creston just wanted to see his granddaughterâs smiling face again, but all he had done was hurt her.
Glimpses of pity could be seen in Crestonâs gentle expression before it vanished.
For her part, Selestina continued with this because of her grandfatherâs kindness.
Even she was the daughter of a mistress, he loved loved her unconditionally and she respected and cherished him as well.
However, no matter how much affection they had, it meant nothing if her efforts didnât bear fruit.
As a result of her failures, her smile had become a sorrowful one.
It was painful for Creston to see it.
When the carriage approached the bridge, Selestina let out a ăAhâŚâŚă.
âWhat is it, Tina? Did you see something?â
âYes, grandfather. There was a magicianâŚâŚ who was carrying twin swords.â
âTwin swords? Are you sure it was a magician? Was there really a person like that?â
âYes, he wore a grey robeâŚâŚ reallyâŚâŚâ
âDid he have a shabby appearance? If that person was wearing a grey robe, they mustâve been a low-ranking magician. Or maybe theyâre a traveler from a foreign country.â
It was a custom for magicians of this country to express their rank through the color of their robe.
Gray was the lowest, black was intermediate, crimson was advanced and white belonged to the elites in direct service to the country.
If you were walking around in a gray robe, it meant that you were either a minor magician, or a magician from a foreign country.
Research regarding magic was on the cutting edge in this magic kingdom, but there were many factions within the state.
It was a system set up to prevent internal struggles.
âHowever, to carry a swordâŚâŚ They are probably making up for their shortcomings as a magician, thatâs a rather difficult choice to make.â
âWhy is that?â
âWell, while magicians master magic, swordsmen master the blade. Generally, trying to do both only results in a half-baked magic swordsman.â
Both magic and swordsmanship had their advantages and disadvantages.
Magic was superior at long-distance combat and support, but was weak in close combat.
While swordsmen where deadly at close range, they lacked long-distance attacks and were immediately defeated by long-distance magic.
Depending on the strategy, neither could be considered outright better than the other.
Furthermore, the harsh training required to master both was something that could not be completed in one lifetime.
Either way, in order to become the most powerful, one needed to have talent and to spend a lot of effort.
âHowever, its possible theyâre carrying the swords for self-defense. Magicians are weak when caught off guard after all.â
âDespite my best effortsâŚâŚ I havenât advanced a single step yetâŚâŚâ
Despite her depression, Selestina returned her eyes to the magic textbook sheâd been reading.
She had memorized the magic formations, but had difficulties to activate them.
She had already studied them multiple times, but still havenât found the answers she needed.
While their attention had been elsewhere until now, Creston noticed that the carriage was moving slower than before, so he called out to the two knights in the driver seat.
âIs something wrong?â
âMy lord. Some merchants seem to be stuck and can not go on.â
âTheyâre stuck? Was there an accident?â
âIt seems a fallen tree is blocking the road and the merchants and guards are trying to move it.â
âHmmâŚâŚ a fallen tree⌠Watch our surroundings. I have a bad feeling about this.â
âI understanâŚâŚ huh?!â
When the knight raised a shout, Creston realized that his concerns had been justified.
The thieves that had been lurking in the nearby forest attacked all at once.
âB-Bandits!!â
âGuards protect me!! Aagh!â
âDamn, itâs an ambush!!â
âForm a perimeter around the carriage! Archers, intercept them!!â
While the merchants were panicking, the battle between the guards and bandits began.
One of the merchants awkwardly screamed as he fell after being hit by an arrow.
Fortunately, it wasnât a life-threatening injury, but his guards began to scream and scatter.
âG-Grandpa!â
âHush dear. I will take part as well!!â
Creston exited the carriage and drew his silver swords from its sheath.
It was a magical sword that created a defensive barrier around its user.
The two knights brandished their shields to defend against the arrows.
âWellâŚâŚ this wonât do. Their numbers are too great.â
Although it was a magic sword, there was a limit to how long he could channel magic through it, and without magic, the barrier would dissipate.
In battle, there were a number of variables that determined victory, the weak could overcome the strong with sheer numbers for example.
The bandits had most likely blocked the road and intended to steal the money and goods after killing the merchants and their guards.
However, because his granddaughterâs life was at risk, Creston had no choice but to intervene.
He would have liked to attack with magic, but by the time he wouldâve finished casting it, theyâd be surrounded.
In addition, he wouldâve had to drop the barrier to attack, providing an opening for him to be killed.
Because of him losing the initiative, his hands had been tied.
âThe area around the carriage has been secured! How long will the old man with the magic sword hold out?â
âWell, his magic is flowing into the sword after allâŚâŚ Iâd say until the effect shuts off.â
âTheyâre not gonna ignore us.â
âTchâŚâŚ they intend to kill us since we saw their faces.â
âWithout a doubtâŚâŚâ
Since the magic of the sword was limited, a long fight was disadvantageous.
However, if he shut down the barrier heâd be killed by the arrows before he had a chance to counterattack.
It was a well thought out plan.
âHuhahahaha! You prepared to die bastards? Start collecting the valuables, women, and children. We can sell the children to the slavers and the woman too, once weâve had our fun with them.â
âTake care⌠we have to get in the swing of things.â
âIt wonât be that easy to kill me!!â
âQuite dandy, arenât cha? Bută, what can you do in that state? Youâre gonna die anyway, might as well go peacefully.â
The man who seemed to be the banditâs boss had arrived.
He was aware that magic swords had a time limit, and he was minimizing his losses by coping with it.
He must have been an experienced criminal who had encountered something similar before.
âHow vexingâŚâŚ my magic is running out.â
âSink or swim, attack or surrender?â
âThereâs no other choose. It would be easy to deal with them with magicâŚâŚâ
âOoh, the sword is already waning? Please go to hellă, and leave the rest to us. Hahahahaha!â
The boss and the bandits were in a good mood.
They had no doubt that their strategy would not fail.
However, there was an unexpected intrusion.
Without warning, a beast suddenly bared its fangs.
âAn obstruction? ăIce Flowerăâ
The forest around the merchants was suddenly dyed white, with every bandit still within it being frozen before they shattered.
The volley of arrows came to an end, as only the bandits blocking the road remained.
âIf there are banditsâŚâŚ it means I should be getting close to a town, rightâŚ? Thatâs so boring and clichĂŠ.â
âWhoâs there!? Show yourself!!â
When the boss shouted that, a person casually descended onto the white carriage as if he were answering the call.
He wore a gray robe and his disheveled hair covered his eyes.
He was of medium stature and had a stubble.
Satoshi had been traversing the road when he noticed some suspicious looking people hiding in the forest, so heâd decided to observe the situation from the treetops.
To be frank, when he realized that they had been bandits he initially didnât want to intervene, but heâd done so anyway.
âBastard⌠you killed our companions.â
âCompanions? Werenât they disposable tools? They should have only amounted to that much for youâŚâŚâ
âEven if they were disposable, you had no right to kill them!! They were my tools.â
âSuch a terrible manner of speaking. Its a trifling matter to me, but⌠ăBlack Thunderboltăâ
The bandits who saw the countless small, black, grains gather around Satoshi burst into laughter.
However, their laughter immediately turned into screams of terror.
Jet-black bullets penetrated their bodies and struck them with the force of a thunderbolt from within.
The bandits panicked as they watched their comrades die and disintegrate around them.
It was magic theyâd never seen before and had no means to cope with.
âSorry. Since I am a capable Annihilator, you guys are nothing but sitting ducks.â
âM-MonsterâŚâŚ what kind of magic was thatâŚâŚ Iâve never heard of itâŚâŚâ
âI just killed a person for the first timeâŚâŚ but no feelings are springing up. Am I finally broken?â
âShut up!! Enough of this cowardly crap, fight fairly!!â
âWhat did you just say? Oh, thatâs rich!!â
When he heard the banditâs incoherent rambling, Satoshi closed the distance between them and cut his arm off.
It happened in an instant, the boss couldnât understand what was going on as he stared at his own, severed arm.
âThere, I fought fairly as you wished⌠is that enough?â
âGyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! My arm, My aarrrrmmmmmm!!â
âLooks like thatâs it. Iâll just have to find another opponent.â
Nobody saw Satoshiâs movements.
By the time they registered him, the bossâs arm was already falling to the ground.
Despair had dyed the banditsâ minds as a powerful person outside the realm of humanity had appeared.
Satoshi disposed of those bandits immediately.
He, who had been starved for food and had to survive against monsters, had already abandoned any attachment to his enemies.
The law of the jungle had turned a man to brutality.
âFaâŚâŚFast. Whatâs with that speedâŚâŚâ
âFurthermore, he used magic as well. That dexterity is impressive tooâŚâŚâ
âA magic swordâŚâŚ there are no gaps.â
The guards were both amazed and frightened by their reinforcementâs strength.
If you encountered such a person on the battlefield, youâd be annihilated before you even had a chance to flee.
Fortunately, the magician was their salvation on this occasion.
Though if they were ambushed by this magic, at least they wouldnât know what hit them.
âThis isnât a joke!!â
âR-Run away, or weâll all be killed!!â
âI donât want to be a bandit anymore, Iâll plow a field in the countrysideeee!!â
âDevilâŚâŚ a devil has apeareeeeeeeeed!!â
After all, if an amateur encountered a strong opponent in battle, they would be crushed  at once
âCalling someone a monsterâŚâŚ How rude are these guys?â
Satoshi muttered sullenly.
Though he was monstrous.
âNone of you will escape, die!!â
âIâll do anything so long as I can make it back home!!â
âFeel my resentment, assholes!!â
The subjugation of the bandits was completed.
Those who had fought evenly against the guards, could do nothing against this opponent.
Their ambush had been going well for them until an unexpected intruder arrived.
The bandits who managed to flee were mercilessly exterminated by the furious guards.
âImpermanence of lifeâŚâŚ empty.â
âNono, you have certainly helped us on this occasion. Allow me to express my gratitude.â
A voice suddenly called out to him.
I turned to around to find an old man who was probably a nobleman.
Therefore, I hid my unrest with a false calmness and casually began speaking.
âDonât worry about it. We just happened to be heading in the same direction.â
âHowever, my granddaughter wasnât placed in any danger thanks to you. Â Even if you decline, I must express my gratitude in some manner.â
âIâll respectfully accept, butâŚâŚ oh, is there a village or town ahead? To tell you the truth, Iâm a bit lost.â
âThere is a town aheadâŚâŚ how did you lose your way?â
âAlthough Iâm ashamed to admit it, I lost my way and my life.â
âI donât quite understand, but it seems youâve faced your own hardshipsâŚâŚâ
Creston was left scratching his head as the man in front of him and the magician who blew way common sense a while ago seemed like completely different people.
However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that his robe had been made out of monsters he had never seen before, and he was obviously a high ranking magician.
When a magician traveled to another country, there was a high possibility that they were collecting information on their countryâs enemies.
Creston was on alert as he kept an eye on the man in front of him.
âMay I ask your name?â
âMy name? SaâŚâŚ no, it Zeros Marin.â
This was the day Satoshi officially became Zeros Marin.
âHmm, Iâve never heard that name before. What brings you to this country? Â With your skills, youâd be welcomed in any country of your choosing.â
âIâm already old. Iâm looking for a town to spend the remainder of my life in. Serving a country would be rather troublesome.â
âWhere you an explorerâŚâŚâ
âI explored so much, my marriageable age passed me by.â
âYouâre still young enough, arenât you being too pessimistic?â
âIâll be fifty in ten yearsâŚâŚ I want to build a family and live out the remainder of my life plowing a field.â
It was such a small wish that one couldnât consider it a real desire.
In addition, Creston could tell that the magician named Zeros wasnât lying.
While many magician were happy brandishing their power, there were also those who grew disillusioned with their positions.
Those who researched magic were often bribed by nobles to work for them i exchange for research funds.
The insurmountable power was wrenched away and want remained could barely be considered a magician.
Zeros had no need for any additional power, what he was after were personal connections.
(HmmâŚâŚ heâs an excellent magician. Maybe I can get him to be Tinaâs tutor. Since heâd been an explorer he must have researched a lot of things, and he may have a different understanding of magic than this countryâs magicians.)
His head was completely occupied by thoughts of his grandchild.
(Maybe he knows a way to solve Tinaâs problem. AhâŚâŚ to see Tinaâs smile once more. For the sake of that, I wouldâŚâŚ heheheâŚ)
âYou alright, old timer?  Youâre sending out some dangerous signalsâŚâŚâ
âHuh?! No, Iâm fine! Thereâs no problem.â
SaâŚâŚ Zeros thoughăThis Granpa⌠maybe a bit dangerous?ăto himself.
The old manâs love for his grandchild was heading in a strange direction.
âIn any caseâŚâŚ what would you like as a reward.â
âHuh?! I donât really need anything, I just intervened on my own.â
âThis is an obligation of a nobleman. If I allow my benefactor to leave without being rewarded, my name will be slandered.â
âIt seems that being a noble carries its own difficultiesâŚâŚâ
âIndeed, even though Iâm retired, Iâm still under certain obligationsâŚâŚ I must express my gratitude somehow.â
Though heâd accidentally rescued a noble, Zeros was being rewarded for his troubles.
However, since he did not wish to insult the other person, he spoke his current desire.
âThe, please give me a piece of land. Some place close to town, with its own field.â
âHmmâŚâŚ Iâll personally look into it,â
âI appreciate it.  This is going to be quite an energetic tripâŚâŚâ
Zeros suddenly remembered the Crazy Ape.
Heâd been sleeping in a rocky area when the monster crept up on him, removed his pants, and tried to hive its way with him.
Terroir overwhelmed Zerosâ expression as he was reminded of the dangers his gingin had been placed in.
A hundredâŚâŚ he was a thousand paces away from there.
But, he still felt the need to prevent another ape attack.
Zerosâ expression had turned pale.
âAre you alright? your complexion doesnât look too goodâŚâŚâ
âIâm alrightâŚâŚ I just remembered something unpleasant⌠ HihihiâŚâ
Sorrow clung to his back.
Ahead of them, the guards had gathered up the banditsâ corpses and were dosed them in a flammable only before setting the pile ablaze.
Some people were getting their injuries treated while others several people worked to move the fallen tree out of the way.
The banditsâ unexpected assault had created a lot of trouble for those charged with clean up.
A short while later, the highway became passable and the merchants began moving their carriages.
âWould you like to join us? Otherwise it will take quite some time to reach the town, wonât it?â
âHuh? How long will it take?â
âThree days or so.â
âNo wayâŚâŚâ
Zerosâ couldnât eat only meat for another three days.
The choice was made.
âIâd be delighted to join you. I donât want to see another piece of meat for a whileâŚâŚâ
âI donât really understand, but we should get going. Even with your skill, this is a rather dangerous location.â
Zeros decided to ride in the former dukeâs carriage.
As it was a three-day trip, they definitely had other food besides meat.
They had brought additional food, in case of an emergency, that could be used as Zerosâ share.
His decision to join them had been out of self-interest.
When he entered the carriage, a young girl calmly sitting inside caught his attention.
âGrandfather, who is this?â
âThis is our benefactor who rescued us, Zeros-dono.â
âNice to meet you, Iâm the magician, Zeros Marin. For the time being, I will be accompanying you.â
âExcuse my previous impoliteness. I-Iâm SelestinaâŚâŚ thatâs allâŚâŚâ
She was in her early teens.
She had pure blond hair, and her innocent face was rather lovely.
The girl was wearing a uniform of some kind and a robe which reached her knees.
âAre you a magician?â
âIâm still a beginner, but Iâm having a bit of a problemăâ
âA problem? What is it?â
âUhmmâŚâŚ I canât invoke magic.â
âTrouble with the invocation? Thatâs strange.â
This world resembled the game world, so being incapable of using magic was odd.
Magic was an energy that flew through all living things, allowing individuals to grow and live, and without it life was impossible.
âYou do have magic power, right?â
âYesâŚâŚ however, I canât even use basic magic. Iâve tried various methods, but I still canât find the explanation for it.â
âThenâŚâŚ is the problem with the magic technique itself?â
The two passengers simultaneously glanced at Zeros.
âW-What do you mean? The formulas Iâve been using have been adjusted to prevent burdening the user.â
âI canât say anything unless I see it for myself, but there could be a defect in the invocation cost, or maybe the magical spell itself was defective?â
âThatâs something you can tell at a glance?!â
âWellâŚâŚ Iâve crafted my own spells soâŚâŚâ
âTh-This is my book of spells, is there something wrong with it?!
Selestina forcefully approached Zeros.
Though he flinched for a moment, he seriously examined the contents of the book.
The magic formulas written in the book were rather basic, but Zeros couldnât help feeling that  something was off about them.
There were a lot of unnecessary characters in them, and they were wasteful more often than not.
You would have to brute force your way through it just to invoke this magic.
In a sense, it wasnât very artistic. Â It was on the same level of vulgar graffiti.
âThisâŚâŚ is full of defects?â
âWhat!?â âReally!â
The two other passengers simultaneously shouted.
âThere are a bunch of unnecessary magic characters mixed into the formation, and it would require an absurd amount of power to get it to work. It has no elegance whatsoever.â
âWhat, what does that that mean?â
âIt would be impossible for a person without a considerable amount of magic to get this to work. The amount of magical power this book says it takes to invoke these spells would be enough to level a country.â
Creston and Selestina were both amazed by the magicianâs ability.
âThisâŚâŚ Who was the person that wrote this? Itâs obvious that this is wasteful magicâŚâŚâ
âUmmâŚâŚ What a magic researcher! To spread such defective magicâŚâŚâ
âIs there a way for you to make this magic usable?!â
âItâs possible. It wonât be too difficult to remove the wasteful parts.â
ââPlease do so !! (Please!!)ââ
âOhh!?â
So Zeros immediately began to optimize the magic formations within the book.
Since there wasnât enough time to rewrite the book, he focused on correcting the simple magic mistakes.
Later, the magicians responsible for making the textbook were ousted from the country.
This would be the first legend of the ossen that would be revered as a great Sage.