Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Chapter 1

I’ve done something irreparable.

There should have been another way to do it, but I had chosen the worst possible path.

That’s right. I certainly saved the world. I was called the strongest hero in history. I killed the demon king single handedly.

But there were too many things I had lost.

So this might be a punishment given to me.

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Today, I also wash the dishes while being scolded by store manager. No matter how much I’ve been doing this, he will always find a fault or two on me.

“YOU ARE REALLY USELESS, Nakamoto!”

“I’m sorry.”

“This is because you’re a former shut-in….. I guess people like you could even kill their parents, right? You will go and do it at one point of time.”

He spat out sarcasm with loud enough voice for everyone inside the store to hear.

A shut-in? I couldn’t deny it.

If you look at the blank period inside my resume, everyone would interpret it that way.

My background was rather slightly unique. Because at the age of fifteen, I was summoned to an another world. It was the so-called medieval European fantasy-esque, the world of sword and magic. In addition, it was a strange sadiste-time with a game-like system.

I spent the past 17 years on that land. Teens to twenties, I dedicated myself for adventuring, and before I noticed it, I was already 32 years old.

This was a story of last year, after went through such a long journey, I successfully defeated the demon king at last. Speaking of what happened after that, I returned to titan.

“This is enough. Thanks for the hard work. Hero-sama should return home.”

It was more or less like that, sort of lukewarm parting words. I returned to titan with a snap.

I thought it was a dream at first.

Naturally, my parents were much surprised when they saw me suddenly appeared in front of the house.

Well, of course. If their son who had disappeared for a long time showed his face for the first time in seventeen years, it would be normal to jump up.

“You were alive!?” and “Where have you been!?”

Those words came out from my mother and my father. Well, that sort of thing happened.

The priests told me that they were going to take memory integration before sending me back to titan.

It seemed that the years and months when I was traveling as an adventurer in an another world, was changed to the recognition “I was being a shut-in inside my house”.

While my memory stayed as it was, the memory of people around me were tampered to be like that.

I didn’t know how they did it, but it was convenient for me….. No, that might have been an unnecessary care. I meant, it was related to my background…..

“Nakamoto Keisuke, 32 years old. Middle school graduate with no work experience and a former shut-in”

Because of this, I couldn’t find a decent job. It will be almost a year since I returned to titan and I’m still make living from part-time job.

Just like this time, I’m working in the ramen shop in front of the train station.

When I was in an another world, I cut the orcs (that humanoid pig monster) using a holy sword with slash-slash. But now, I cut roasted pork with a Chinese kitchen knife. I’m indeed good at cutting pigs but this and that are different.

Sometimes, I wasn’t sure of myself. I wondered if I was simply watching such a long dream. Everything about the hero stuff was just a delusion. The real me was in my parents’ house and was sleeping all the time.

But I could still see status window floating inside my field of vision and I could still use magic as well. If I was serious, I could even lift a truck using my fingers. Both my skills and my physical abilities were no different from when I was in an another world.

I’m quite sane and I’m a hero (former).

If possible, I wish I could go back to normal when I return to titan. Now I’m too strong and it’s difficult to adjust my strength. I need to pay close attention so I could act within the range of an ordinary person. It was a terribly restrained life. Thanks to dropping and splitting the dishes, I was known as a clumsy clerk.

Different from a cute girl, it was just unacceptable for an uncle older than 30 to have such a trait.

If they were in the category of my “owned items”, I could just grant them enchantment magic. If I increase their durability with magic, they won’t break even if I handle it roughly. I did that to my own belongings but the dishes here were the property of shop. Because I couldn’t strengthen it, this kind of situation happened.

I went out the house just to be an annoying destroyer. None of the work lasts long.

I’m nothing right now. The majesty of hero or the likes, not even the fragments were left.

I’m in the bottom of society.

But it suits me.

Because I’m a sinner.

When I think of what I did in that world, I have to keep on making amends forever.

“—–Hero-sama, you can finally beat the demon king with this, right? Our lives are not wasted, are they?”

Apologizing to the sound that resonated inside my head, I finished the work of this day.

Two broken dishes. It was the smallest record ever.

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