I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

///Wake up, you disgusting piss of shit! Wake up!!!.//

Ha Joon Kim's alarm rang out. Being the deep sleeper that he was, having an absurdly loud alarm was the only way he could get up from bed and not miss his morning shift.

"Come on, give me five more minutes." He said aggressively as he turned to the other side of the bed while covering himself even more.

And like a tidal wave it hit him-

"Holy crap!!! I'm on duty today!!!".

He jerked off from the bed and immediately headed towards the bathroom to freshen up for his day at Risol Daniels.

19 years of age and the only thing Ha Joon had to show for himself was his 2.7 gpa from history class and a shit ton of manga and manhwa mythology stories.

He was the definition of "I don't need to try to be a hardcore failure".

One couldn't blame him, he was a loser who for some weird reason had an addiction to female gods. According to him, they were the embodiments of the perfect women.

Finally, he was prepared for the day, wearing his workplace uniform. He stood in front of the mirror, a fake smile on his face, his black hair and red eyes were probably the only good thing about his life.

"Just another day, Ha Joon, it's just another day." He repeatedly said to himself before heading out.

He made sure his apartment was locked, since he was living in a small place just around Sing city, he couldn't afford to let burglars violate his sweet abode, those were the only people that could ever bother him.

Or so he thought.

Just as he got to where he was supposed to board a bus to the next city. He caught the sight of a woman racing towards him.

The distress on her face was evident, and at first, it seemed like he was the only one who could see it, everyone else totally ignored and acted like they couldn't see her.

But then, the moment Ha Joon noticed the homeless looking man racing behind her with a knife, it all began to make sense. No one wanted to get stabbed after stepping in for a stranger - and so did Ha Joon.

Ha Joon looked away, waiting impatiently for the bus to stop in front of him as the screams of the woman got louder.

"Come here to wrench! You better give me some money!!!".

"Someone , please help me! Please!" The woman screamed , racing around with her boobs dancing the tango. But the moment she got close to anyone, it seemed like they moved away from her.

Ha Joon wasn't exactly the type to ignore someone in danger, especially not one as blessed as the woman. It took everything in his body to ignore her.

"Hahaha, look mummy, this guy has a huge butt." A little boy's voice echoed behind Ha Joon, ignoring it wasn't an issue.

"Ouuu, I wanna slap it".

Ha Joon flinched, his face hitched with disgust. How dare that little devil say he has a huge butt, he's not trying to twerk down on a man, despite being a virgin, he had his dignity.

Just when he was about to turn around and give the little boy a piece of his mind, he was meant with something that not only left him shocked, but also frozen in fear.

Paa!

Just a single spank from the boy to his butt made Ha Joon lose balance, and before he knew it, he was right in front of the homeless man.

"Eh?".

"Get out of my way!!!" Yelled the homeless man before he shoved the knife into Ha Joon's shocked eyes.

'You have.. got to be kidding me'.

His body collapsed to the ground with a huge hole in his forehead and a knife sticking out of it.

The screams of the people echoed in his ears as the rest of his consciousness began to fade away.

All he could think about at that moment, was one simple quest from the almighty.

'Oh God, if I do end up dying from this, please make sure that little devil comes along with me'.

….

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Protect her majesty!!!".

"Don't let them cross the borders!!! Get them!".

Gasp~

Ha Joon's eyes snapped open, and there he was, lying down in the middle of nowhere with only the sound of war cries echoing in his ears.

"Wha- What the? Did I actually survive that?!!!" He said out loud, instantly sitting upright while frantically rubbing his hand around his head for any mark or sign of injury.

Seeing as they were none, he posed on his seat with his head hanging low. "Shi, if this doesn't prove I'm built different, I don't know what will".

As if being tested by fate, a whistling sound dashed through the air, and before Ha Joon could tell what it was, a red arrow had stabbed the grassy ground right between his thighs.

His eyes widened slightly.

"Uhn? An arrow?" He said to himself. Before he could get the chance to analyse anything, another sound came.

This time, it wasn't a whistling sound, it was more of the voice of a beautiful maiden, soft and yet filled with violence.

"You there! Tell me where Kaido is!!!" The voice cried out.

Ha Joon turned his gaze to the voice and immediately their eyes locked. It was a beautiful woman riding a black horse in a blue and silver armour, with a golden sword in her hand to match her golden eyes.

The woman, who had just seen Ha Joon's face, flinched a bit. Her eyes widened in what seemed to be admiration, she got so lost staring at him that she forgot she was riding a horse.

Baam!

Her body collapsed to the ground, leaving her horse neighing and moving around its master.

Ha Joon couldn't help but give a somewhat nervous look at the awkward scene he had just witnessed.

As if on cue, more strangely dressed people on horses began to show up.

"Your majesty, are you alright?" Yelled one armoured man- a knight?.

"King Aroria." Yelled another.

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A/N

This book has comedy, so do expect that while reading, but it later dies down further in the story as things get serious.