*Schlink*
The sound of air and flesh being cut. Blood and flesh splattered the ground. A youth stood with a weapon that resembled a scythe made up from elemental energies could be seen in an open area littered with corpse's of beasts. Mutated beasts were a common sight in the world.
The youth was wearing a peak low grade combat armor that was far more advanced than the combat gear from his original world. Over his body armor was a black coat that resembled a Duster. A popular garmet in the Isekai genre he had been interested in back when he hadn't been Isekaied. Oddly enough not so popular in the world he found himself in.
"Hmm...Three elemental wolves, One rage bear and Six flame boar's...All in all, not a bad haul", the youth thought to himself while spinning his weapon. It began to shrink and once it was no bigger than his forearm he flicked his wrist and the scythe slid into a hidden holder. He then lifted his left hand and revealed a high tech smart bracelet that was touch activated. With his right index finger he activated it and lifted his hand in the air. Silently, magic circles appeared beneath the remains of the dead beasts and vanished. He smiled and thought, 'That never gets old'.
Looking back he continually couldn't help but wonder 'What the hell is up with all these tropes'. Even as he continued to wonder he couldn't help but look back at how things had turned out this way. It had been nearly three and a half weeks since he found himself where he is now.
Just like any other Isekai novel out there it all begins with the summoning. he had been one of the unfortunate few to get stuck with the quote on quote all female group and in school. While many guys his age might say that he was one of the luckiest people ever! And they would like nothing better but to use his face to talk with their fists. Unfortunately that was not the way he felt.
If he could he would have slipped away from that group of girls who were considered the popular bells, you probably know the type, he would have done so instantly cuz ever since he was a child he had a certain ability. He had the ability to fill in a Sixth Sense sort of way, of potential misfortune that might befall him or others around him.
That day his Sixth Sense was blaring like an obnoxious alarm in his very soul. With each step he took trailing behind the group of five girls his age with a chaperone teacher freshly out of college. A Troupe setting in itself. it was a field trip of all things yes a trope setting in which he was in voluntarily assigned to make the group of five students into a well-rounded number of six.
Their trip let them to a outdoor park full of trees singing birds very few people picnicking on the green grass. They we're on their way to a large glass building. One of the many stops that was scheduled on their groups trip/outing. All of a sudden Gale's Sixth Sense came obnoxious. A sickening feeling appeared above him as he looked up and noticed that the group of his female classmates that were a few feet ahead of him had a blackish purple magic circle up here above their heads.
he realized with a sigh of relief. "hahaha.... thank God it isn't me....", Just as he was starting to feel relieved. A piece of the magic circle broke off from the main piece and shined brightly golden different from the blackish purple the main magic circle shot straight towards him. 'Crap', he thought to himself. Almost instantly he was surrounded by light that blinded him. As well as the other's. The next moment they all open their eyes and found themselves in a large Grand room with the magic circle that it's brought them there shining beneath their feet dissipating and fading into nothingness.
As do some people there looked around wondering what had happened to them. Only one of them had even the faintest clue. He was already squeezing the bridge of his nose with his right hand shaking his head cursing to himself knowing full well they had just been summoned to another world. "Damn isekai trope", he mumbled to himself. Waiting to see what kind of starting point he'd find himself in.
"Greetings, oh beautiful heroines", a voice called out. Before them stood an highly obese fat guy. When he spoke the tone sounded like his words came from his scrunched up nose '🐽'. In other words not only did he sound like a overly laboring quote on quote Oinker, he actually looked it too. Gale wasn't the only one to think this. The girls he'd been summoned with all thought it. A couple even had a slightly disgusted look in their eyes.
Gale lost interest almost instantly. The other's present in the grand reception hall where the summoning had taken place, didn't seem to see the finely dressed man pig in any kind of respectful light. Most if not all were maids who's gaze almost demanded the Oinker's death. 'He's gonna be the lustful type who will end up falling hard', he thought already feeling fate was plotting something against the pig man.
The pig man had soon wrapped up his nose sounding speech and gestured for everyone to follow him. As Gale began to follow, "Sorry sir, but only women can be heroes. But not to worry, you'll be well taken care of". It had become obvious that the fatty who had given the long winded Troupe speech about them being summoned heroes was after. He just wanted the women.
There was also that common Troupe of him being the only one who's stats didn't show up. It was that same thing you'd read about. The only guy summoned was the weakest. Fun factoid, it turned out that calling out "STATUS", didn't cause a magical screen to appear. So it became more and more apparent that nobody was going to get an awesome system to support them. Instead, it turned out that the world they were summoned to had a large host of gods. A few had even granted vast knowledge to the populace. One of those was as portable strength and ability checker which each had been given. They we're remarkably similar to smartphones and were basically indestructible.
While everyone was gasping at their stats, the only thing his showed was a buffering circle you'd see when going through system updates on your mobile device. To the crowned prince who you no doubt guessed his identity to be. That was all he needed in order to cast him out.