Pilot Chapter 2: Difference in Perspective

Han Soo sat up in shock as his mind worked overtime to assess the situation. Below him was the dimensional transfer circle that originally brought him to his world, he was back in his school uniform… and he lost everything he shed blood and tears for. Ten years of suffering and hard work… all down the drain. Han Soo felt something snap inside of him at that realization. That he'd have to go through this fucking torture all over again. All because some idiots couldn't see that he was perfectly in the right about killing his psychotic and abusive party.

Ten years… Ten fucking years!

And he'd have to suffer through that humiliation and abuse all over again!

"Welcome, hero!" An excited voice came from behind him.

He turned around and saw a face he hadn't seen in years. A pretty young woman with blue eyes and a curvaceous figure wearing a slightly frilly one piece dress.

Lanuvel!?

For Han Soo, she died years ago, sacrificing herself to save his life. The least she could do after forcing him to stop and do every single side quest time and time again, and explore the most dangerous parts of every dungeon against his wishes.

"Have you come to your senses, hero?" She asked.

Han Soo scoffed and turned around, already feeling sick at the sight of her.

"Ah..." Obviously this wasn't the reception Lanuvel was expecting. "Y-You must be very confused, you got summoned so suddenly, but please come to your senses soon!" She pulled away the curtains in the chamber, letting sunlight flood the room. "This world is called Fantasia. A different dimension that you, the hero, was born and grew up on."

Hero of prophecy blah blah blah, Demon King woke up blah blah blah, please save us blah!

In one ear and out the other. He already knew the dravel by heart. After a few minutes of nonsense he didn't care to listen to, a knight spoke up.

"Hero… his majesty awaits." He announced.

Ah yes, that fat incompetent fuck. Han Soo decided this would be a good time to have some fun.

"I await for him too." He smiled mischievously.

Both the knight and Lanuvel blinked. "Eh?"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"W-Well..." the knight tried to speak.

"Think carefully." Han Soo patronized. "How many heroes in this world can defeat the Demon Lord?"

"...Only you."

"Exactly, there's only one hero! There's no other person and if I'm not here you're all fucked! Now you understand, right?" Han Soo laid out the facts. "If he wants to greet me, tell your king not to test my patience and hurry up."

Lanuvel and the knight looked at Han Soo in shock at his words.

He scowled at them for not getting to work. "If you have a problem with that, then go fight the Demon Lord on your own."

"I… I'll bring a message to the king!" The knight panicked before running off.

Han Soo snickered at the retreating knight. Oh look at how they followed his orders, this time around he'd get the respect he deserved.

Suddenly, the space around him felt different. Everything turned dark for some strange reason.

"Please lower yourself, hero." A feminine voice laced with power said. "There's an old saying, that in front of a hidden gem no one would lower their heads. The ones who raise themselves will be lowered and those who lower themselves will be raised. Doing good deeds and being modest will free you from your positional or ordinary."

Han Soo was dumbfounded by those words. What the hell kind of retarted metaphor was that?

He turned to see a curvaceous older woman with brown hair, a white mask, and a red and black dress. He'd never seen anyone like this back in his original playthrough, just who was this clown?

He frowned. "And… you are?"

"I am a special instructor." She said excitedly. "I was dispatched due to your F score on your personality. I will do my best to help you be reborn as a brave hero. While putting my qualifications as an instructor on the line."

What…

No, good fucking god no…

"It is understandable to be surprised since heroes who succeeded the test have no idea about the existence of special instructors." She explained. "And even when they fail, they mostly retake the test quietly. The times when a special instructor have to be involved are so few that it can be counted by hand."

Han Soo rolled his eyes. "I feel so special." He glared at her. "Then explain to me this instructor. I did everything needed of me, I killed the Demon Lord. I did everything right, I left nothing behind!"

"That's the problem." The instructor said,

Han Soo felt another part of him snap at those words. "Excuse you and your entire race?"

"You who repeated his mistakes on purpose should have suffered a bitter defeat from the Demon Lord. But you won easily-"

"Bitch, are we even talking about the same battle!?" Han Soo yelled.

The instructor frowned at his language. "You beat him in an hour. Most battles with him last days."

"And neither of us pulled our punches since the moment the fight started." Han Soo explained. "Did you even see the sheer destruction we caused? Like a damn hurricane on fire. I lost an arm, broke half my ribs, and nearly died several times, and had to endure three phases of constantly escalating bullshit, you do not get to call that easy."

"The point is-"

"You don't have a fucking point!"

"The point is…! That failure is the mother of success. But since you didn't fail, you didn't have to reflect on yourself."

"Are you for real? Oh who am I kidding of course you fuckinng are..." He felt a part of himself die on the inside.

"Han Soo, it is said that good people are like water. It's because water doesn't fight and is helpful to all things. I eagerly await for you to become a deep and wide ocean who will care for his comrades. The theory will end here and from now on the practical lessons will begin. I'll come again tomorrow around this time to check your progress. Work hard."

With a flash of purple light she was gone, and the effect on space with her. What the fuck? No, seriously, what the utter fuck was that!? Are these 'instructors' the ones that brought him to this world? A bunch of damn kidnappers that take normal people and brainwash them into being 'heroes'!?

Han Soo sighed. At the very least it didn't seem like they held any hostility towards him. They're people powerful enough to reach into other dimensions and manipulate time, they could've killed him any time they wanted. Especially after he lost all of his progress.

He'd cooperate for now.

The memory of his last conversation with Samael came to the forefront of his mind. How he too was another victim in this twisted indoctrination. He looked almost… happy when he died. Maybe… just maybe… he had an ally in the Demon Lord. Honestly it shouldn't take much convincing to have him on his side, especially if he knows about these 'instructors'.

Han Soo smiled darkly.

Yes, he'd cooperate with this stuck-up metaphor spewing bitch… for now.

[-]

"Ah… I shouldn't do this..." Fiora said as she sat in my, quite frankly, large lap.

Seriously, I was twelve feet tall and built like a brick shit house. I am almost twice the height of Shaquille O'Neal and André the Giant, it would've been really cumbersome if the architecture of the castle wasn't made for my size in mind.

"Then you don't need to." I said to the not really at all conflicted elf.

"I have a husband and children..."

"Mhmm."

Her arms wrapped around my muscular neck. "But I'm captive to your body, so this should be fine..."

I sighed. "We only held hands."

I mean, sure. Hand holding was one of the most lewd and most deplorable of acts but still. Buy me dinner first.

She's just as I remembered.

When I first woke up in this world ten years ago with some random hot elf that seemingly had an NTR fetish, I was super confused. Turns out my past self captured her due to the Elf King constantly bragging about his wife, it was annoying as fuck. What my past self didn't expect was that she had the hots for 'us' months before we captured her. That and she was very lustful by elf standards and become disillusioned with her marriage to the Elf King centuries ago since he had little to no interest in sex… which did make sense since elves in this world have low libido and an even lower fertility rate. She had only had two kids, Sylvia, her daughter who became an arrogant racist bigot like her father, and her son, Nasus, the only sane and reasonable person in the family.

Despite her lustful mind (which was just basically regular human libido), she had quite a brilliant mind. She wanted to advance the world through science and technology rather than magic and she had me harder than diamond when she explained that to me. We created some astounding things together, especially when I learned a spell to share my memories, allowing her to see Earth and its technology.

The look of pure joy and excitement on her face when she saw the kind of world I originate from is something I will treasure for the rest of my days. And I'd get to see that again soon!

Though, back to the situation at hand… NTR is a trash fetish. However! The Elf King is a total fucking bastard that has it coming.

"Alright, Fiora?" I spoke up.

"Hmmm~?" She batted her eyes at me.

"You want to skip the flirting a fuck like rabbits for a week?"

A lustful grin spread across her face. "Yes!"

No matter the fantasy world, elves are always lewd.

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Han Soo sighed as he sat in his chair in the slave auction held by the Dark Commerce. He rang his bell increasing his bid on the elf that was over level eight hundred.

His mind took him back to his fight with Samael. At the time, Han Soo knew that he outclassed the Demon Lord in terms of shere power, the Holy Sword and it's automatic functions made sure of that. Honestly, it felt more like he was his final boss, not the other way around. He was able to get past the Holy Sword's abilities and pushed Han Soo further than anyone else in Fantasia with skill alone.

It was a true duel between equals.

One handful of times he'd actually had fun in this world. You know, despite losing an arm.

Relaxing in his seat at the memories, Han Soo looked towards the future fondly, especially if Samael can become an ally or if he could gain information from him. The Demon Lord seemed very forthcoming with information.

Though he couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something.

Suddenly, a large hole in the underground auction house opened up as a large group of elves poured into the room. A group led by his former party member and the princess of the elves, Sylvia.

Han Soo already felt a headache coming on. "Fucking elves..."

Chapter End