Prolog

I, Takeru Yamamoto, lead a daily life in high school with unusual challenges.

"Good morning!... Wow, look who's here!"

"Look at him, didn't Sasaki teach him a lesson? Why does he still dare to come to school!"

"Ah, the disgusting otaku."

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Yes, that's my daily routine. The reason is simple: I don't hide my hobbies. In Japanese society, an excessive fondness for something is labeled as otaku. However, the concept of otaku is not limited to lovers of fictional things. For instance, I have a passion for something real: the military.

Perhaps this interest is influenced by my father and grandfather. My father currently serves as a member of the JDSF with the rank of Colonel in Okinawa, although he rarely comes home, which is why my parents decided to divorce. Meanwhile, my mother works as a game designer at one of the companies.

My grandfather, an extraordinary figure during World War II, was the head of the intelligence division and known as the "Silent Ghost." The family legacy of warriors has endowed me with some traits, such as a prime physical condition, critical thinking, calmness in all situations, and a cold demeanor. Although, my current appearance fully reflects the otaku side: bangs covering my eyes, a lack of confidence, and awkward poses on occasion.

But, others' opinions about me don't affect my perspective. To them, I might just be an irrelevant otaku. I see them as talking potatoes, like civilians seeking protection when an attack occurs, seemingly lacking critical thinking. For me, they are just potatoes trying to create problems. Should potatoes even speak to humans?

Honestly, I don't care about their opinions. Like a tiger in its cage, I don't actively seek trouble. Although some, like Sasaki, try to belittle and make my life difficult, for them, I am an unapproachable figure. To me, potatoes are unworthy of speaking to humans.

"Look, he's reading some weird book again in the morning."

"Well, I can't stand seeing him around us."

"Shouldn't you just die? Life is pointless, isn't it?"

"Well, I understand that feeling."

Heh... I hear everything you say, even though it's annoying why they can think so sadistically. Hey, what gives you the right to tell someone to die just because you find it distasteful? You're the ones ruining my view! Huh, if this weren't the modern world, I'd have blown your heads off.

Have these potatoes turned into whimpering dogs? Is this how wild animals feel meeting domesticated ones? Moreover, people around me are also influenced by this gall group, so everyone talks about me very badly.

If this were in America, maybe I'd have bought some AK-47s and caused a terrible commotion. Stay calm, Takeru, you've been taught to stay calm and not be swayed by emotions.

While I calm myself with the breathing technique taught by my grandfather, suddenly a handsome man with a few followers approaches me with a scornful expression.

"Mr. Takeru, shouldn't you understand my warning? You are a class disruptor, and you shouldn't be here."

Ah, here he is. The arrogant guy named Sasaki Yuzuru. Although born into a wealthy and influential family, making him the king of the class, everything that comes out of his mouth is considered doctrine to be followed immediately. Typical bootlickers.

"What if we take action ourselves?"

"What is it?"

Just say it, you arrogant man.

"I want to know if it's good for trash to be in the middle? Shouldn't it usually be in the corner?"

Oh no! This guy is making statements that could make some people's blood boil if directed at someone else. He even laughs mockingly with his followers. I'm amazed at the people behind him, shamelessly following this guy.

"Mr. Sasaki... High school is a place where people regardless of status can come voluntarily, so I decide whether I'll leave or not. First, this isn't your home, young master. Can you stop ordering me in this absurd way? Or do you want, once again, to be humiliated as happened last time?"

Yes, I really humiliated him last time, where all his arrogance collapsed just because my grandfather's connections were more influential than his family's, causing not only him but also the guardian present in the parent-teacher meeting to attend because we both fought at that time.

"Don't force me to contact my grandfather in this matter. Heh, remember you also don't want your family to be ruined overnight, right? Your arrogance could be the cause of the destruction of your entire family."

"Look at him, his face is like a ripe tomato, and his followers avert their gazes. When I mention my grandfather, the class atmosphere turns gloomy. They all didn't expect that my background comes from a warrior who served this country for decades, even his descendants. Not only that, my grandfather also has contact with someone from this country, where his influence is greater than Yuzuru's family; you could say that person is an old friend of my grandfather.

"Tch! Remember, this isn't over! I make sure your life is worse than this, and revenge for making me bow my head along with my family!"

The guy turns around with an angry expression, along with his followers who just stay silent as they walk behind him.

Huh, it's really tiring to deal with these people. Do they think the world revolves only around them? Seriously!

As I'm about to breathe a sigh of relief, I hear the school bell ring.

Tch, I'm still on the first page of Napoleon's biography, which I bought yesterday, but... I'm on a break, so should I read it at that time?

"You all please sit and be present!! Also, be orderly!"

Oh my, why does it have to be Ai Kenzaki for the first class! A teacher who doesn't represent the word 'teacher.' Why is that? She can't do anything even though she knows there's bullying in her class. At most, she just looks at me cynically. Hey, I'm the victim here, so why does it seem like I'm the perpetrator!

This woman really isn't suitable for working as a teacher; the world is ruined for someone like her allowed to work in this noble profession. Well, I think the rumors about her being close to Sasaki might be true. Ugh, such favoritism.

"Alright, let's start with attendance. Wait... What is this!!"

The teacher appears and exclaims in surprise

, so when I look down, there's a mysterious object like a drawing with countless letters written in a large circle on the floor.

Wait a minute, is this what I think it is?

"What is this!"

"This! Could it be!"

"It's impossible, another world transfer!?... Us!!"

"Hey, The door won't open! even with force!"

Yes, a magic circle, a classroom, and the outcast character due to appearance and hobbies. Umu, is this the right time to uphold justice?

Honestly!, even if I'm the main character of this story, I would never uphold justice, revenge, or embark on an adventure like a typical Isekai protagonist!

If it were possible, I would become... a Dictator!!