Hiro transmigrates and finds himself in the body of an orphan that’s about to be evicted from his orphanage. It wasn’t anything personal, but the orphanage’s policy doesn’t accommodate children who have reached the age of 16. From the gates of that humble establishment, Hiro slowly explores the facets of this world that was both familiar and unfamiliar due to its uncanny resemblance to his previous world—Earth. With his Daily Life RPG System urging him to excel in every aspect of his daily life, Hiro marks his presence in both the mundane and mystical circles of this new world.
That shout disrupted the thoughts of both men.
When Hiro came back to his senses, he realized that he was holding a steel fork a hair's width away from the masked man's eye.
As for the masked man, his eye was wide open, his pupil dilating in shock and fear.
For a moment, he saw blood and an all-encompassing darkness.
Clang!
The fork fell, dispelling the frightening silence that enveloped his being. He breathed easy once more, and he didn't even care that Hiro slapped his face three times as though patting a disobedient pet.
"Let me be honest with you," Hiro sighed in resignation. "I don't care about you, I don't care about Broski, and I don't care about your little games in the school. If you see me walking over in the future, just pretend that you took the wrong path and walk away. Alright?"
At this point, Hiro noticed the danger in his mental state, and he didn't want to waste his time on these people anymore.