"Get out of my house now!! You little shit" said a man in his thirties it was his father the mother also seemed to agree.
"Yes, I, Mokuri Oraku, on that day I was sent to survive on my own, but I thought it was going to be a good start of my life; however, I was surely mistaken."
Mokuri, an average male of 18 years with a very small pintch of tinted skin however not that visible, was walking with his friends, but as he waited for them at the station, they never showed up. It seems they ditched him,they continued their laughter like he never existed but not only them but most people.
The next day, he found out. Later on, when the months passed and he is now 19 years old, it was time for a yearly summer festival, and the time was between nightfall.
"W-what do you mean...." asked Mokuri with a shocked expression.
The blonde with blue eyes looked at him with disgust. "I just said I have realized you were not my type and boring as hell, and I already found one who is way out of your league,his name is dante" she said with sass as the new boyfriend in question appeared out of the shadows behind her, chewing gum, with his dark blue hair and wearing a whitish suit.
Without complaining, Mokuri just began to walk in the opposite direction.Dating only took two weeks, and that was his first rejection.
However, getting home, he did not feel that depressed but had a normal facial expression.
"Guess that's that. It would be pointless to just think about it anyway," he said. As he walked to his room, he passed the training room, which had bows and arrows along with training swords.
To calm himself, Mokuri decided to train. He grabbed a snack from the kitchen and headed to his room once more, looking at the daily novel he admired on his smartphone. "So tired... I wonder if any of the new chapters are out," he thought.
But as he tried to leap onto his bed and enjoy the peace, he fell to the floor.
"Ow!!!!?"he yelled with a loud thud.
The background changed, and it was pitch black in all directions.
"Welcome, human, to the realm court..." one of them paused. "What is going on here?"
Mokuri, confused, slowly turned his back and saw that he was surrounded by long white pillars where five goddesses stood on top of them.
They all looked different in beauty, but their faces were concealed in the darkness.
"What's going on..." he thought out of fear and nervously.
The one who welcomed him had a green dress and green hair; her name was Loopen. She looked at the one in pink. "Arela, what is going on? I thought we got someone useful; instead, you got this thing."
"Thing!"
Arela looked at her with a smile. "I see then that's a problem we need to dispose of right we can always try again".
The five—Arela in pink, Loopen in green, Dura in white, Jelleya in black, and Binolia in red—were all in their glory, but Mokuri knew who was in charge.
"Silence! She is right, We will try again in the next moment," commanded Dura. "Now, weakling... you are disposed of." A pause was applied, then she snapped her fingers, and Mokuri began to disappear.
"Huh!!!!!" Mokuri yelled in confusion, but before his face vanished, he was intimidated by the smile of the one in black.
But the only knowledge they gave him before finding out he was weak was that they accidentally gave him that, "This is a world of fantasy and magic".
"Wait... I forgot I was still falling!!!!!!!" Before he hits the ground with a loud boom, he breaks the branches of the tree he fell through and created a small crater below him.
He gets up with little scratches and looks around in disappointment. "Why is this happening to me!!! I feel like some disposable character right now?"
He then turns to have a serious look. "I'm really mad about those damn deities disposing of me like a bag of trash, but before beginning to complain, I should start getting intel about this world."
He walks straight into the forest. "It would be very brutal to be killed by something I don't understand."
Mokuri Oraku, a 19-year-old who once had a very devastating life, just got even more dangerous.