Disclaimer: I don't own the Isekai franchises like Slow Life, Arifureta, Shield Hero, Jobless Reincarnation, I'm the 8th Son, or Bastard and Berserk or any of the other titles. They are the sole properties of their creatores. Original Characters and places are of my own design. This isn't a happy ending kind of story. If you're expecting a hero like the cheery ones from all the happy Isekai or RPG stories... wake up.
Anyway, enjoy. Or don't. Makes no difference to me.
"A boy has the right to dream.
There are endless possibilities stretched out before him. What awaits him down the path, he will then have to choose.
The boy doesn't always know. At some point, the boy then becomes an adult and learns what he was able to become. Joy and sadness forever will accompany this. He is confronted with a choice - when this happens, does he bid his past farewell in his heart? Once a boy becomes an adult, he can no longer go back to being a boy. The boy is now a man. Only one thing can be said: A boy has the right to dream, for those endless possibilities are stretched out before him.
We must remember, all men were once boys."
But we must all remember another important thing: Dreams are also fantasy, not reality. And sometimes, or most times... reality stinks for both sides.
We make and create our own monsters
Ready for a story about heroes, RPG-fanfic based stories, or plain old fanfics? Ugh, fanfics about stuff you've already watched on TV, films, or the web about heroes and the battle against good and evil. That's just what the world needs right now. Have you hung yourself yet? Have you crashed your car into a gas station without your seatbelt on? Have you eaten so much your stomach's burst that you die from gluttony… or have you eaten too much sugar and died of Type 2 diabetes… or just eaten so much you suffer from the worst case scenario and are going through spastic colon… which you can't hold for reasons that your stomach forbids to keep it all in?
If you haven't, then we are at least off to a good start.
What if I told you this was a story about a poor fellow who was life's punching bag because everyone thought he was weak? And that he had spent his entire life being ridiculed because of that weakness and uselessness? But despite all that, there's someone that cares for this fellow? And even worse, that someone is helluva popular and beautiful... that even dumbasses would kill for her, or kill the punching bag of life… okay, I'll skip the drama and just say this is a story about the most commonplace loser that should have died at birth given a second chance. No, this isn't All Dogs Go to Heaven, you have to look in the animated film section for this stuff. I'm talking about one guy who everyone just wrote off in life because they thought he was useless and that he was left for dead without even being looked for, that he would have to survive by himself, and in the process, push himself so hard he becomes the strongest ever.
In other words: a loser, a zero, an unimportant, pathetic, medicating, less-than-mediocre goose-eggs.
Why would that happen? I'll let you figure it out as the story goes. But trust me when I say this: even in the craziest of circumstances, there is a purpose. And a reason for everything that happens. From mundane and boring to bat-poop crazy and so unbelievable you have to ask yourself if you're still sane or even still human.
How about it? Ready to feel good about yourselves while this zero goes through hell and back and read this story?
If you're still reading this than good for you. Don't worry, this story may not be part of a bigger series or trope as you would thing, but this story's got it all. We've got action, drama, suspense, horror, science fiction, hot girls and guys in badass sexy outfits, romance and a little ecchi, though don't worry, it's more like censored; we're not that pervy. Well, I'm not sure about all that considering the character's evolution and if love would still be a factor for the trauma they go through.
But to understand it all we've got to go to the beginning of when this happened. Not the very beginning, that would be spoiling what's to come. The now. Right now. As in the present year of when this started out for a particular young man, who was given the useless title and blessing... of the Synergist.
And no, this is not Arifureta; I just feel that someone who can build and create is so much more dangerous than someone wielding a sword.
World's Strongest Loser