A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

When my consciousness returned and opened my eyes, I was upright in that place where I had no idea where it was.

I see an old man in front of me.

He's an old man with a clean brown robe and a white mustache.

Across the street, there was a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white dress.

She has lustrous blonde hair and clear white skin without spots.

He is repeatedly happy that he has "succeeded" in an excited way.

My vision is slightly blurred, but this seems like a spacious space.

They stood on their backs with a chair called the throne and a split protrusion (one) to the left and right.

Sitting deep in a chair bordered by gold on a red fabric is a man who accumulated golden hair and mustaches looking down at this one with a transverse attitude.

I even felt something majestic about the look.

"Albert, this will pay off your efforts so far."

"Words without body…"

To the old man who praises his tears as he wipes them with his sleeves.

"It's good, Albert," he smiled.

I heard an anger there...

"I don't know what that means."

I looked back in the direction of my voice as the Summer of Sight (Blur) blew away a little.

It was Saab who was there.

The majority of the other students in my class, two years and three groups, were gathered.

"What's a demon tribe? It's war, this one's annoying. You ruined my lunch break. You guys know this is kidnapping."

Is this between the thrones that often appear in RPGs?

They also saw soldiers dressed in silver armor in front of each strut that seemed to support the building, each with a spear. It's an elaborate production.

"What's a brave summons, kidding me. Get the fuck out of here."

Saab yells at the throne with a chimpy sword screen.

Something seems to have happened while my consciousness was flying.

What is Saab angry about?

"What disrespect towards His Majesty the King"

A few guards there surrounded Saab and pointed a spear at him.

Saab, who was so prestigious, is frightened of his expression.

Behind it was a trembling figure of Kida.

"Good -"

But when "Your Majesty" and his voice sounded, they quickly returned to their original position with their spears.

I see them as the dominated ones.

"I have thrown myself into a war with the Demons for a long time, but it is not yet over. Their magic is terribly powerful. Luckily, we had enough power to fight the demons, but the numbers are decreasing and we are on the way to depletion. Those summoned by the summons of the brave receive the protection of God, and when they dwell on their ability to benefit, the literature states so. Can you help me?"

"... take us back to where we came from"

"I'm sorry. But there is no way of returning the summoned. Then we'll have to live here."

"There's no reason you can't go home, what's a summons, make a fool of yourself."

Saab said we've been kidnapped.

That goes to the other world, too.

Saab was staring at the king of the throne in his angry form.

To Saab, the king quietly flattened his hand.

To the king's strange behavior, Saab stuck a wrinkle (wrinkle) between his eyebrows and looked at him in a defiant manner.

Against the king growls something small.

Saab mistakenly thought he was blocked from speaking, intimidating him to "speak more clearly" -.

So suddenly, the king's palm glowed blue.

In the next moment, the blue glowing sphere was emitted more than the king's palm, along with a shocking sound that vibrated the air.

When I wondered if it had approached our present, it caused a small explosion at Saab's feet and disappeared into a particle of light.

Saab was watching his feet with horror.

There were burnt marks there, and the smell of burning spread around.

"Sorry to surprise you, this is called magic. But it's hard to explain to the unbelievers. I just want you to believe me, please forgive me."

The king spoke quietly, with a serene expression.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"... Saab"

There was a time before I could answer.

Saab named himself Fear (Today).

The king turned his gaze to us as he spoke to Saab, and began to talk a little about this country.

I was excited about the story when I realized it.

Magic to different worlds, other races to kings...

"What are you talking about, just to be clear?"

But that doesn't seem to be the case for Saab.

I looked awed to see the king's magic, but Saab seems to be as usual.

"I could talk to you earlier."

One student cracks in there.

"Saab-kun."

"... what the hell"

"I'm sorry, that... Your Majesty, I need to speak to him for a moment"

A fortunate village.

He's a handsome guy who lives a rosy student life surrounded by girls like every day.

What is such a rear charge going to do?

"Saab-kun, we are surrounded by guards with blades. I mean, I'm in a situation where I can kill anytime with the king's voice. Though we were summoned on our own convenience, I don't think we have a choice anymore, and we don't know the right or the left. In the meantime, shouldn't that outrageous attitude be pulled in and listened to until the end? It's not too late to yell."

There were two women clinging to both arms of one article that would teach Saab.

It's Mashima and Kihara.

They were looking up at a strip with the eyes of a maiden in love.

"Right, Saab, don't read too much air."

The woman with the right arm is Kyoka Mashima.

Brown hair put together in the back on tanned skin.

He has a pink sweater wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah, well, I just need you to shut up for a second,"

On the left is Kihara.

Blonde hair damaged by bleach on white skin.

Likewise a pink sweater on the waist.

I guess it aligns with Mashima.

"Already?"

The king blocked the conversation between the two.

One says "I'm sorry," and Saab turns back on the unfaithful side.

"We can't be bad, we just want help from the Demons. This place has a place to sleep, meals and clothes, and everything you need. But if you step outside the country, that's an unknown realm for then. If that's the case now, then it's fat."

If you stay here, you can safely and safely enjoy the life of another world.

That's what the king says.

"According to the literature, the summoned knew nothing about this world. Is that right? Then the result is obvious. There's no safer place than here."

Then the blonde beauty and the gray-haired old man, the king of the throne, turned to us and healed.

"Please... I want you to save this country. You're right, brave men."

The king bowed his head to us with a sad expression

"We're just high school kids, joking about boulders"

So it was Saab who asked like a little fool.

"It's not a joke or anything. I would have said it wasn't just subpoena magic that we did."

"... Was it a brave summons"

The king nodded at Saab's inquiry.

Saab seemed angry but listened to the king.

"The valiant summoned by the valiant summons, as I said earlier, is endowed with high abilities and senior positions. It is further said that those who possess the" brave "in their profession will gain a high ability to exceed even that"

"From here, I will explain."

A blonde beauty, standing left on the front of the throne, stepped forward.

They called his name Ariel, and he began to explain it on behalf of the king.

For a moment I was about to be taken by its beauty and abundant flesh, but I immediately strayed away from my eyes and kept my normal mind.

"You will first check your status and look at the Occupation section."

"Excuse me, how can I check my status"

It was one article I asked.

When I look, Mashima and Kihara, beside each other, also twist their necks and stare at each other in the face.

"Then repeat“ status ”first. It should then appear in front of you."

After that brief explanation, each of them began to speak up quickly.

Each will check the Occupation column for the status displayed there.

"Mr. Ariez, take a look."

I heard a conspicuous voice.

Regardless, it's about Saab.

Saab, who should have been a transverse attitude until earlier, is now a salute.

I'm smiling happily about what this means.

He stretches under his nose and looks nasty to Mr. Ariez, who peeks into his own status.

"Ko, this is..."

Mr. Ariez raised his voice of joy.

"Your Majesty, Saab's profession is sage. The status is not an initial level, and even the advanced magic of the Fire Class - Fire Hammer (Divorcade) - has been mastered."

"Name" Saechikenta

Level One, Occupation, Sage, Race, Humanity.

Vitality 70. Magic 60.

Attack 15, Defense 17, Magic Attack 25, Magic Defense 20.

Health 15, Toshi 13, Intelligence 17.

Title Brave

Magic Flaming Hammer (Divorcade)

In the news, the king shared joy with Mr. Albert, who stood beside him.

Your Majesty, we have a brave man, a brave man.

So I heard another voice of joy.

The hall quiets down, and even the guards begin to bother with Mr. Albert and the king alone.

Being in that vortex was a handsome thing to do, one article.

"It's an incredible status no matter where you look. Even more surprisingly, you have unique skills, as well as unique magic."

"Name" Ichijo Yukimura

Level One, Occupation, Brave, Race, Human.

Vitality, 100. Magic, 100.

Attack 20, Defense 20, Magic Attack 20, Magic Defense 20.

Health 20, Toshi 20, Intelligence 20.

Title Brave

Unique Skills Sword of the Brave (Excalibur)

Magic Flame (Fire)/Water Flow (Ur)/Thunderbolt/Wind Blade (Solid)/Sand Spear (Subtle Lance)

Inherent Magic Blast (Explosion)

Gradually the force falls out of the body.

The world is cruel.

And irrational.

Will rear charging be favoured in this world as well?

It's a strange story, such as the blessed being even more blessed.

But I can't help being jealous.

Brave men make decisions in one article.

Then it will be my turn next.

Even if you're not a brave man, I hope you're the same sage as Saab, or it's another, something powerful profession -.

"Status…"

Put it that way.

Everyone else seemed to understand it normally, but can we understand its status and its contents?

Words could be different.

Naturally, you wouldn't be able to read it if the letters were different.

However, the occupations section of the status shown there reflected a reality that was no different than before.

My nose cramped with pimples.

I felt nauseated by an unsaved reality.

- Occupation "Healer".

That was the favor (...) given to me.