Chapter - 0

　One morning.

I, Haruto was trying to open his eyelids, which were heavy from sleepiness, when he decided to get up to go to work as usual.

　Every morning, in order to avoid the commuter rush and catch an empty train, he wakes up at 5:00 a.m. and takes the first train to sleep in the compartment.

　I then go to work at a trading company.

　The "official" work day at this company ends at 6:00 p.m., but off-record our company has been very busy and unstable in spite of the economy, and I have been working overtime every day.

　In addition to this, it was common for me to work on holidays, and I was lucky if I got one day off a week.

　Under such circumstances, I have never gone home on "regular hours" except for the first month after I joined the company.

　Yes, I am completely in the state of a black company employee.

　The only saving grace is that the salary is as good as 20,000 per month, not much but as a single nobody its all that I have got.　

　I don't want to go to such a black company, but I tell myself that I can't live without getting paid, and somehow I try to get myself up.

　However, my body feels heavy as if it were lead, and I can't open my eyes at all.

"Damn! Even though I have to work from morning till night again today~! Move! (Me!)"

　Did I finally come to my knees because I couldn't stand the poor working environment?

　It is obvious to anyone who works a job where the work hours exceed 450 hours per month that this will happen.

　Or is it because of the fatigue from yesterday's company meeting trip?

　While I am working in such a poor environment, the only thing I enjoy is playing games, but I forced myself to go to the game parlour yesterday late night when I was very tired, and it may have taken its toll.

　However, it would be impossible for me not to go to such an enjoyable place just because I got a headache or a cramped backpain.

　Come to think of it, I'd like to buy a new air gun too. ...

　That said, I've been getting up every day without once oversleeping while feeling sluggish, so as long as I don't die, I should be able to get up.

　But now the sensation was different than usual.

　I don't even have an alarm and I don't ....

　As I thought about it ringing with my boss shouting at me for arriving late, I woke up naturally.

'Ha...! What the hell is this?

　Normally, when you wake up, there should be a ceiling above you, but there isn't ...? What? !

　And the area around the tree ... is not just a tree, it's a forest! Forest! Trees as far as the eye can see!

　As soon as I awoke, I felt like I was going crazy because I didn't know why.

"What? What is this?"

　I felt a strange sensation in my stomach area, and when I sat up and checked my clothes, I found that I was still in the pyjamas that I had changed into before going to bed last night.

　As soon as I sat up, the discomfort was gone.

　A familiar long black object had fallen there.

　Perhaps this was the cause of the discomfort I felt in my stomach area earlier.

I don't think it's possible, but ...

　At first, I was sleepwalking and only recognized it as a long black object, but when I looked at it calmly, I saw that it was a gun.

　It was a SIG716 assault rifle (called a battle rifle or marksman rifle by some militaries) that used 7.62 x 51mm NATO rounds, and although it looked similar to the well-known AR15 (the gun from which the M4 was derived), the details, construction and ammunition used were different.

　The SIG716 is made by SIG SAUER, a Swiss-German joint venture with headquarters in New Hampshire, USA.

　When most people think of assault rifles, they usually think of the U.S. military's M4 or the AK-47, which is used by terrorists and the armies of African and Middle Eastern countries.

　However, I have a SIG716 for some reason.

　Well, personally, I like it.

Wait a minute? Why is this here in the first place?

　Maybe they want me to protect myself with this, but it's so sloppily equipped.

There are no plate carriers (a type of body armour with bulletproof plates on the chest and back to which various equipment such as magazines and lights can be attached), no magazines inserted, no secondaries (secondary weapons, pistols, etc.), and... .... What's more, I'm still in my pyjamas.

I need to change into something, asap.

　However, as I said before, there is nothing around but trees.

　Not even a bird chirping.

　The only sound is the wind rustling against the trees and grass.

　I am happy to be free from the hell I have been living in.

　Is this the other world I was promised?

　No, there is no evidence to determine that right now.

　Was I so useless on the job that I was thrown into a mountain while I was sleeping?

　Or maybe someone kidnapped me and threw me into the jungle of some near-equatorial country?

　You want me to stay here and survive?

　Yeah, that's bad, because I've never done real survival. ...

　I still couldn't quite wrap my head around my situation, but suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a sound that I had heard somewhere before---.

　I turned around in the direction I heard the sound and there it was, a familiar i-pad-like object. ...

　I picked up the i-pad-like device, which was developed by Steve something in the U.S., and it started moving by itself as if it had been programmed in advance.

　On the screen of the terminal were wavy characters that could not be described as anything I knew.

　But strangely enough, I could read them.

　Perhaps some "force" had already put the language into my head when I arrived here.

　I looked at the annotations further down and found that it was written in the language of the place where I am now.

[The fact that you are looking at this terminal (hereinafter referred to as "Life Support System") now means that you have been successfully summoned to this new world!]

　As I was looking at it, suddenly a bright female-like voice began to play.

'Ssh, it talked! It is, and .... I haven't even said anything yet!"

　I didn't say anything, but it seems certain that it's not the iPad I know from the fact that it starts talking on its own.

I know you don't understand the meaning of this sudden event, but well, the point is that this country is in trouble, so I summoned a heroic being (laughs). By the way, this world is about the same age as modern Europe in this world, but in this world, demons and other races appear (I'm looking forward to the future!) I'll let the summoner talk about that later. ... I'm going to tell you about this LiSM!

"That's a lot of nonsense."

　I was lightly annoyed by LiSM's explanation, but she did not respond to me at all, and the voice continued to speak one-sidedly.

This LiSM is to be used to help you save this country! This LiSM allows you to summon weapons!"

What? So you can summon the Battleship, tank, or even an M4!"

Yes! However, please note that it will not be available after one year!"

What? You send them to another world and they have an expiration date! What am I supposed to do after that?

　If they would have at least let us summon our cheat-like abilities, they could have at least done something about that, but for God's sake, we can't use them. Is there such an egregious specification?

"After that, ..., you'll have to figure it out for yourself, teehee!"

You didn't say, "Te hehe! Oh, come on, that's not gonna happen."

　The voice says "tee-hee," etc., in a mischievous voice, but I am not at peace with it.

　Well, worst case scenario, I'll just have to do my best to make it locally.

Anyway, let's summon them to give it a try.

　Knowing that thinking gloomy thoughts would not change anything, I immediately tried to summon a certain thing.