Chapter 1 – Why Do You Do This to Me?

Fantasy means another world, and other world means magic. Even this world that fell one day was a world of magic universalism.

“Easy, the world is unfair.”

He was born in this world unable to use even magic.

“Hey, look over there. It’s Nimaka, right?”

“Hey, he’s not dead yet. It’s tough.”

“Nimaka? Are you really saying you can’t use marker?”

As you can tell by listening to the stories of people mumbling about him as he walks along, Maka is talking about something magical here. And the thing called Nimaka.

“So you’re saying you went to America?”

Every person in this world, whether a dog or a cow, can use the magic called Maka. Moreover, there are also cases where it appears in newborn babies, so it is often said that it is difficult to raise children.

Easy and convenient for anyone, regardless of whether they are slaves or serfs. A world where, if you’re lucky, you can see the pinnacle of the world with just one magic marker you were born with.

“Wow! That idiot doesn’t even have a marker!”

“Tsk tsk, it’s better to live without a limb.”

“Hey. Let’s just worry about it. Isn’t that guy still a gold level adventurer?”

‘Do I need to be pitied by neighborhood kids and homeless people?’

Living here without a marker means that you are worse than the homeless people on the streets, wearing only rags and drinking from discarded liquor bottles.

That may be because those noblemen are just people who live off of one marker.

“Shibure. Some people think they were born because they wanted to be like this.”

He was a person who originally lived on Earth. The problem is that when I came to my senses, I found myself in a different world, alone in the body of a baby.

I wondered why a newborn baby was doing that to herself, but as she grew up, I understood. Because he was a special species among special species, born without even the common Maca.

‘It was said in a good way.’

In this world where dogs, cows, and macaques were born, he was below average, an inferior race that had difficulty surviving.

“… I should complete the quest and have a beer.”

As the reality became more miserable the more he thought about it, he walked towards the adventurer’s guild, which had become his home, with his shoulders straining under the weight of his armor.

Rattling, squeaking. At the sound of the guild door opening, people’s eyes gather and soon there is a lot of noise.

“Oh, Nimaka has come. Nimaka!”

“Nimaka! You survived well today!”

“Wow, but he’s Nimaka and somehow managed to get gold.”

“It’s a poisonous tumor. But the party helped me in the past, so I’m still alive.”

Now, as I listen to the stories that have become so familiar to me, I also hear old stories mixed in.

‘I wonder if those bastards are doing well. It’s not an idea I would do.’

In the past, he was not a solo adventurer like he is now, but was a person who worked as a team at a party.

Now, I can’t even form a team, so I’m going solo to rob nearby goblin colonies or take on quests that people don’t like.

Thanks to this, the guild seems to view him favorably.

“Oh my! You’re here! Mr. Tiaran!”

Just looking at the receptionist who welcomed me with such a bright smile, even to this musty old man, was like that.

Lively bright brown eyes and shiny hair of the same color. A slender body and large hills that complement the fit of a tight suit.

I don’t know if there is a provision that requires all guild receptionists to be beautiful, but he was just nodding his head as he approached, thinking it was pleasing to the eye.

“What is Tia?”

“Huh?”

For some reason, in front of the counter where the receptionist was located, two people wearing dark-looking cloaks and hoods turned to look at him.

One of them, upon hearing his name called by the receptionist, mumbled and looked at him in confusion.

‘If you get involved, you’ll get tired.’

It’s never been a good thing to hang out with people who came to the guild dressed like that. Wasn’t the reason why we started parties in the past because we were connected to things like that?

‘In the end, I was used for my own good and then abandoned.’

This time too, he didn’t want to make such a fuss, so he pretended not to notice and took out his pocket and handed it to the receptionist.

“Now, this is proof of the subjugation of Twin Head Ogre.”

“You always get things done quickly! Thank you for your hard work today!”

“Miss. Even if you flatter a man like this, nothing will come of it.”

I meant it. He is 34 years old. All the party members from before were wearing platinum plates. Because he was the only one wearing a gold plate of a grade below 10,000 years.

The reason was very simple.

‘There is no Maka in the first place, so there has to be someone who wants to hire someone properly.’

Even if you are inferior to top adventurers, not everyone can achieve gold level. If only I had a marker.

Considering that most adventurers play Bronze or Iron Sun their entire lives, it’s impressive enough. If only I had a marker.

If you are lucky enough to get a gold card, there are plenty of people who are excited to take you to their party. If only I had a marker.

There will be plenty of employers drooling over exclusive contracts. If only I had a marker.

“Here is the request money.”

“Thank you always, lady.”

“Oh, of course.”

‘That obvious thing is not for me.’

Wherever I go, I hear people calling me nimaca and get ignored, so there must be kind people. It was just as I was trudging my way to the bar inside the guild to have a beer.

“Oh, wait a minute! Tiaran. The guild leader himself has asked me something.”

“The gentleman himself?”

I asked with the intention of going in first.

“What’s going on?”

“Well, there are people who want Tiaran to teach them directly.”

“Teaching?”

It’s not like they didn’t receive requests like that from time to time, as they were like adventurers and mercenaries. Usually, it was knights who taught nobles, but sometimes adventurers were hired.

“But why is it coming to me?”

But that too is its own thing. Where on earth are there nobles who would do such a request to someone who has flaws enough to be called Nimakara?

“Well, the situation is a bit complicated…”

The receptionist seemed to be trying to explain something to him, but one of the suspicious people standing near the counter was quick to step in front of him.

“Did you say Tiaran?”

“Huh?”

I could tell by her voice, but when I glanced at her, I saw that it was a woman who had quite a bit of curves evens under her loose robe.

“You need to join a party with us.”

Chuck! I watched her showing her hand for a moment, then looked at the receptionist and saw her smiling awkwardly and nodding, and I could only sigh.

“Didn’t you hear the rumor? Look for someone other than me.”

I thought it was somehow suspicious, and it seemed to be similar to what he had thought.

It looks like the children of some noble family wanted to play as adventurers or at least gain practical experience.

‘I don’t see anything like an escort.’

What is unique is that there are only two women, and none of them even look like they are secretly escorting.

“We don’t want to hang out with someone like you whose face we can’t even see. We only came to check because the guild leader recommended it.”

When she said that she was just going to get along because of the guild leader’s face, I looked at the receptionist again and saw that she was also putting her hands together with her earnest face as if she was asking for something.

‘I can’t help it.’

If possible, I just wanted to ignore it. There was nothing I could do since I owed the guild leader a lot of things.

“Okay, then let’s just try it once and if we don’t like it, let’s call it a day.”

“It’s what I hoped for.”

Still, I was a bit dissatisfied with the idea of ​​meekly joining the party, so I took out a few candies from her pocket with the intention of getting a little revenge.

“Well, eat this first. That one too.”

“Candy?”

“Why candy?”

“It means I’m asking you to take care of me.”

In fact, it was a candy made to suit his taste, sweet on the outside but sour on the inside. It was obvious that other people would be drooling with tears from the sour taste.

‘Because I had nothing else to do, I only developed those talents.’

It was also a candy I made because I was homesick for the Earth of my previous life, with no way to return. So, I gave it to you with the idea of ​​eating it.

“What? You said you were Nimaka?”

“Buff? Buff like this?”

“… Huh?”

As they were dumbfounded by the completely unexpected reaction, the two people were seen grunting as if they felt something sour belatedly.

“Wow! What does it taste like? This!”

“Ugh, maybe it’s because of the buff?”

I swallowed my saliva and looked at the candy, surprised to see that he wasn’t as angry as I thought.

‘I also had a maca?’

I have lived my whole life as Nimaka without knowing. Could it be that his Maka was supposed to give buffs through cooking? Then it was natural that she didn’t know until now.

It was after he was left alone that he started cooking for himself. It was only natural that he lived by getting or buying things from other people.

‘I finally have magic…!’

I ate the candy with that expectation.

“Wow! I feel stronger.”

“This. It might be more useful than I thought.”

“?”

Somehow he had no effect, but he got a reaction from two other people. He squeezed and opened his hand, but he didn’t feel anything.

“Good. I understand why the guild leader recommended you. Let’s go together.”

The woman who had been looking at him with disbelief just moments ago took his hand and shook it in a friendly voice.

It seemed like he mistook his action to check the buff as an offer to shake hands.

Only then did it become clear. His buff did not apply to himself.

‘What. Why don’t you give me a buff?’

It’s sad that I didn’t know. He was discriminated against even by Buff.