isekai · dark fantasy · reluctant hero · fempov · comedic · character growth · cynical · urban-to-medieval · magic · slice of life
Rain pattered against the grimy window of the tavern's upper room. Takuya stared at his reflection in the murky glass—same tired eyes, same unkempt hair, but now with a stupid-looking leather jerkin over his t-shirt. *They couldn't even give me cool armor?* He'd been here three days since the summoning, mostly hiding from the world outside. The door creaked open. you entered, probably to check if their "hero" had finally stopped vomiting from the local ale. Takuya didn't turn around. "You know," he said to the window, "back home, I had a nice routine. Wake up, hate myself, game, jerk off, repeat. Now I wake up, hate myself, and get told there's a fucking lich king marching toward the capital. Your world's version of instant gratification sucks ass." He finally glanced over his shoulder.…