The hero's dream!

Have you ever read those novels where a fantasy world needs a hero who somehow gets all the girls because one, they look hot as fuck, two, they're given a 'hero' title, three, are super damn overpowered with godly ass skills that battling a demon king becomes a walk in the park after a few beatdowns? Yeah, that type of world actually exist.

A messenger from another world came a few years back. His message was, their world is open for humans to explore and even live in. Due to the declining population, they want to ensure and even capitalize on new out-of-world incomers. Basically, their world is like a giant game but with no re-spawn and they want us, the most violent species in the universe, humans, to try it out.

Government around the world started mobilizing for the new potential source of raw materials and even military power. Long story short, twenty-seven people, including me, were chosen to try out the otherworld as a form of connection from our world to the magical one. We were chosen by different categories from skills, looks, even sex drive. I definitely failed that last one since I'm a virgin till my marriage. But hey, I probably passed due to my looks. I'm hot as shit and I'm not embarrassed to flaunt it.

So, after a year of preparations, the messenger came back and took all of us via transport gate. But instead of being dumped into the other world, we were left in a white room with no exit and an old man who identify himself as God sitting on top a pedestal talking about a threat of a dark calamity.

"This is why you heroes are needed. This is a hidden task for you all that I, God of both worlds have given you." God kept rambling on about the dark calamity and to be honest, all I want is to finish this part. I'm excited to live my dream that I didn't get to live back on earth due to my overprotective wealthy ass family.

Even when they found out I got picked to go to the other world, they wanted to send private security with me. I'm like, hell fucking no. I want the freedom to do what I want. Luckily, the government has strict rules about those who are permitted to go. One of them is, no military experience due to the fear of causing a war with people that can shoot fireball out of their asses. My happiness and excitement quickly turn into anxiety as I get a good look at the people inside the white room.

This whole time, girls are giving me the looks that they want to rip my clothes off and ravage me all night. The guys on the other hand are giving me looks of envy, disgust, and all I could do is smile and tell everyone to calm down like a good little passive main character. But, my mind is completely saying the opposite. That all of these cunts to leave me alone and all these dudes to fuck off. It isn't my fault I'm too goddamn good-looking. Blame my parent's good genes you assholes.

"Now, you will be transported into another world. Remember, do not tell anyone about your secret mission. I bid you good luck on your adventures." God waved his walking stick and again, a flash of light appeared under me blinding my eyes and butthole at the same time.

"Ah fuck!" I mumble rubbing my eyes trying to clear my vision. It wasn't as bright as before but it took a while till my vision clears up.

"Great heroes!" A weird-looking old man clad with a gray robe raises both his arms like he's praising the ceiling of what looks like a basement or dungeon. Tears are coming out of his eyes and it continuously drips across his wrinkly face. God damn, he's ugly as shit. "Welcome to Nazria! Where magic and-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, get on with it!" A delinquent-looking son of a bitch said what was on my mind the whole time. Oh, I envy how he's so outspoken.

It seems like the old man didn't like that since he stopped crying and gave the delinquent a cold stare. All of a sudden, he looks my way with a sweet expression that makes me want to vomit.

"Your aura, you must be a hero!" He approaches me and I already notice how the delinquent is giving me a look to kill. Like shit, is it my fault you went and got on this old bastard bad side? You should have kept your mouth shut.

"Haha, I'm no hero, sir," I told him hoping he'd go approach someone else but he started crying again for no damn reason.

"Oh, such humble aura! Come! Let us meet the king!" The old man grabs my arm tightly and drags me out of the dungeon. The rest of the group follows as the girls followed close behind me like a damn puppy. Asking me all these questions about where I'm from, am I a celebrity from another country, do I have a girlfriend...fuck they are annoying as shit. But I can't show that, I still represent my family and they trained me to be a public figure that everyone is suppose to fall involve with.

After getting dragged around by an old man into a bright large hall with a long-ass red carpet that leads to a throne. I'm suddenly in front of a royal family. The king is wearing the finest jewelry while sitting on the throne and right beside him is a woman who has such big knockers I think one of them is the size of my head. There are three girls right around my age sitting next to the queen and I'm not lying to say that their gaze towards me is scarier than the girls from my group. I think I saw one of them accidentally drool.

"My king! I have brought the Hero and his companion!" The old man announces and the king stands up from his throne and walks towards my way.

Eh? Me? Why did he say I was a Hero? The fuck.... my mind was telling me this is bad news. I'm about to get put into a position where I have to slave for a country and build a harem while doing it. Oh hell fucking no. I'm saving my virginity until I get married, and I'm only doing it with one person. I ain't about to break my damn vows for some random folks I don't have a connection with.

"Hero, welcome to Nazria! What is your name, Hero?" The looks he gives me reminds of the look my parents company executives gives when they introduce me to their daughters.

"Chen Hao Ivanov." I reply back. I'm half Chinese half Russian. But, I look more Russian than anything. the only Chinese about me is my last name.

The king pats my shoulder and I can see a really weird smile on his face. "I will personally grant you a royal level class. Now, tell us, what class would you want to pursue in our world? A royal knight? A royal dragon knight? A royal mage? Or perhaps, a royal king?"

"A royal class? Oh! I know! I would like to be a royal farmer." The minute I said that the whole room became silent.

"Eh? A what?" The king's smile was turning awkward as he ask again. Everyone looks confused, even the delinquent was tilting his head.

"A royal farmer." I was full of smiles. I'm already imagining growing my first crop. It has been my dream to become a farmer but with my looks and my overprotective parents, that dream was banned from even mentioning it around dinner time. They either want me to be a celebrity, a top executive in the family business, or even a prime minister. But my true dream is to own a farm. Doesn't have to be a big one, just a nice farm for myself. But now, that I'm away from my parents clutch, and with the new freedom, I can be the best farmer there is!

The king suddenly let go of me and grabs the old man who dragged me her earlier. I hear them whispering to each other while taking a glance at me every now and then. After a few minutes, the king came back but his expression is not as good as before.

"Ahahaha, no need to make a rash decision. We have a lot of time. Here, use this and have fun outside!" The king then hands me a heavy bag and when I open it, it was full of shiny gold coins. "Guards! Escort our hero around the town to clear his mind. Then bring him back in time to select his class and dinner with my daughters."

Two guards then ushered me towards the door as the king waves me goodbye. I didn't notice the panic happening around me as I was too engrossed daydreaming on becoming a the best farmer there is.