Chapter -1
[At the Female Dress Store]
(Shinji Han, a 21-year-old second-year university student, is standing in the middle of the store,
holding a few delicate dresses. His hands are trembling slightly, and he's trying his best not to make
eye contact with anyone. It's an absurdly awkward situation, and his face is so red, he might as well
be a walking tomato. But that's not all—there's a pair of lingerie tucked underneath the dresses. This
is getting worse by the second.)
(He musters up the courage to walk to the cashier, but with every step, he feels like the floor is getting
heavier. He keeps his head turned to the side, hoping the cashier won't notice his face—or the
lingerie. He approaches the counter and places the items down quickly, barely glancing up at her.)
Shinji Han: (voice squeaky with nervousness, turning his head as far away as possible) "P-please...
just make the bill."
(Inside, his brain is screaming: "Don't look at me, don't say anything, please just let me live!")
(The cashier, who's been watching him with a raised eyebrow since he entered, looks at the clothes
and then at the lingerie underneath. There's a brief moment of silence, and Shinji can practically feel
her judging gaze burning into him. She clears her throat.)
Cashier Lady: (trying to keep her cool, but a little too curious) "Sir, are you sure you want to buy all of
this?"
(Shinji does a quick scan of the clothes, then turns his face away even faster, as though he's about to
burst into flames. He speaks through gritted teeth, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.)
Shinji Han: (voice cracking, eyes darting around nervously) "Y-yes! P-please just hurry up!"
(The cashier tilts her head slightly, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before her.)
Cashier Lady: (with a smirk, teasing him) "Well, it's not uncommon for boys to cross-dress these
days."
(Shinji's brain short-circuits for a second. His eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights, and his face
is now a shade of red that no human should ever experience.)
Shinji Han: (flustered, frantically shaking his head) "W-What?! No, no! This is... for my wife!"
(The cashier almost chokes on her laugh, quickly covering her mouth. She lets out a soft cough, clearly
trying to hold back her amusement.)
Cashier Lady: (teasing, with a playful wink) "Oh, I see. Well, sir, you're so young... and, uh,
congratulations!"
(Shinji, now desperately wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear, waves his hand
dismissively.)
Shinji Han: (mumbling quickly, his face a mix of embarrassment and defeat) "It's okay, just... just
make the bill."
(Shin Ji Han quickly clears the bill and checks out of the store, unfazed by the conversation.)
"Well, I have a wife, and I'm quite happy about it. How did this happen? Let me tell you."
" Yesterday, I was just heading back to my rented house, the place where I live alone, expecting
nothing out of the ordinary. I had no idea that in a single moment, my life would change completely.
Out of nowhere, I was summoned to another world.
When I arrived, I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer difference in my surroundings. The air
was thick with unfamiliar scents, and the atmosphere felt completely foreign. In front of me stood a
crowd of people, all kneeling in reverence. I was terrified by the sudden change in environment—
everything around me was so different, so strange. The feeling of being completely out of place,
surrounded by strangers, was almost too much to bear.
Then, they spoke, their voices shaking with desperation: 'Hero-sama, please help us.' It was just like
something out of a light novel or a comic book. I couldn't believe it—one moment I was in my world,
the next I was standing in the middle of a scene straight out of a fantasy. And just like that, I was
thrust into the role of the hero. With no time to process it all, I found myself battling demons and the
Demon King for the next ten years.
Now, when I look back on those years, I realize I don't have much left to do here. It's hard to even
imagine my life before all of this. When I glance in the mirror, I still see the same 21-year-old face I
had when I first arrived, even though a decade has passed. Time hasn't touched me. I haven't aged a
day. But the real weight is knowing there's no way for me to return to my world.
"The emperor of the nation where I was summoned offered me an unexpected suggestion: marry his
daughter, build a family, and create a life here. At first, I was stunned. How could I even consider such
a thing? This world wasn't my home—it was a battlefield where I had spent a decade fighting
demons and a king of darkness.
But as the days passed, I began to reflect. My own world felt like a distant dream, something I could
never return to. I had fought, bled, and survived in this strange land for so long that it had become
my reality. Perhaps it was time to accept that.
The emperor's offer wasn't just a suggestion—it was a chance. A chance to stop wandering aimlessly,
a chance to put down roots in a place I never thought I'd call home. I realized that all those years of
struggle could lead to something meaningful, something more than just survival.
And so, I agreed. It wasn't a decision I made lightly. It felt like letting go of the person I once was and
embracing something completely new. But in the end, it made sense. If I couldn't go back to the life I
once knew, then I would build a new one here—a family, a purpose, and perhaps even happiness, in a
world so far from my own."
Time Just flewn in second---
On the Wedding day.
(The scene is breathtaking—beautiful statues of gods stand majestically around the church, their
silent watchful gaze adding to the sacred atmosphere. The guests, dressed in fine attire, are seated,
creating a sense of anticipation.)
And I am waiting at alter,
If I think about from that day I summoned her I didn't even see emperor daughter whom I'm going to
marry well I did get a chance but I was so busy in raising my self as a strong person because I don't
want to die so soon so I only have a goal at that time to raise my self as a strongest.
[Bride entered with emperor]
The bride, her face covered by a delicate veil, enters the church, walking down the aisle with grace.
And I standing at alter, my heart racing in anticipation. Today, We will see each other's faces for the
very first time and now we stand in front of each other.
Pope: (with a solemn and reverent tone) "In front of all the gods, do you both pledge to stay with
each other forever, in any circumstance, never leaving each other's side, and always making each
other happy?"
Bride and Groom: (in unison, their voices filled with certainty and emotion) "Yes, we agree."
Pope: (smiling gently) "May the gods bless you, my children. Now, you may exchange the rings."
(The bride and groom, hands trembling with both joy and nervousness, exchange their rings,
symbolizing the bond that now unites them.)
Pope: (with a warm and proud expression) "Now, groom and bride, you may kiss each other and
protect your eternal happiness."
(The groom and bride freeze like deer caught in headlights. The groom's face turns an alarming shade
of red, while the bride awkwardly fidgets with her veil, peeking at him nervously from beneath it.
They look like two teenagers forced into a group project they didn't sign up for.)
Groom: (muttering under his breath) "Uh… do we really have to do this in front of everyone?"
Bride: (barely audible) "I… I guess so…"
(As the groom lifts the veil, his heart skips a beat. Her crimson-red eyes shimmer like rare gemstones,
their mysterious glow pulling him into a trance. Her pure black hair falls gracefully over her shoulders,
creating a striking contrast with her snow-like skin, so fair and flawless it almost seems to glow under
the soft light. His breath hitches as his gaze lowers to her lips—soft, delicate, and more precious than
gold or diamonds and anything in the world. They're the kind of lips that seem to hold a quiet
promise of warmth and gentleness, leaving him utterly mesmerized, and I'm going to kiss her and she
is going to be my wife it's like goddess is in front of me.)
(The bride, sensing his lingering gaze, shyly looks away, her cheeks dusted with a faint blush. She
lightly bites her lip, her fingers clutching the edges of her gown, uncertain of his reaction. But her
small, nervous movements only add to her charm, making her seem even more ethereal in his eyes.)
(Hesitantly, they lean toward each other, moving so slowly it's as if they're in slow motion. Their noses
bump first, making the bride giggle nervously. The groom awkwardly pulls back, muttering an
apology before they try again. The whole church seems to collectively hold its breath.)
(Finally they closed their eyes and, their lips meet in the world's most tentative kiss—brief, awkward,
and sweet. Just as the crowd starts clapping and cheering—BOOM!)
(A brilliant divine light erupts from the statues of all the gods, catching everyone off guard. The glow
spreads rapidly, flooding the church with blinding brightness. Gasps fill the room, and someone
shouts, "Is this part of the ceremony?!")
(The light engulfs the bride and groom, their forms starting to fade.)
(Both of them vanish in a flash of light, leaving the church dead silent. The crowd stares at the empty
space where they once stood, jaws hanging open. Someone in the back mutters, "Well, that escalated
quickly.")
(The divine glow slowly fades, leaving behind an air of awkward confusion. The Pope clears his
throat, adjusts his robes, and says with a forced smile:)
Pope: "Well… that was certainly blessed. Anyone for refreshments?"
[After the Disappearance]
(A sudden noise erupts, breaking the peaceful stillness. The voices of the crowd rise in whispers,
murmurs, and laughter.)
People's voices:
"Look at them, what are they doing? Is this some kind of cosplay?"
"From their dress and attire, it looks like they're just headed to a wedding."
"Haha, new-generation love, huh? Really something else..."
"They're both so young and beautiful!"
"They really do look beautiful together!"
"Hey, look at the girl—she's stunning, like a princess from a fairytale!"
(The noise grows louder, filling the air, and the bride and groom begin to stir. They feel a strange
unease at the sudden shift in atmosphere.)
Groom and Bride: (eyes slowly open, both feeling a wave of confusion wash over them)
(As their eyes adjust, they look around, realizing they're no longer at their wedding place. Instead,
they see a bustling crowd of onlookers staring at them with curious and amused expressions. The
bride's eyes widen in fear as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings—strangers watching them with
bewildered smiles.)
Bride: (blushing furiously and clutching Shinji's arm nervously as she notices the sea of unfamiliar
faces staring at her) "W-where… are we?"
*(Her voice trembles, but when she glances up at Shinji, she sees something unexpected: a radiant
smile lighting up his face. It's a smile so genuine and filled with joy that it instantly calms her. She
takes a deep breath and reassures herself, thinking: "If he's with me, then everything will be fine.")
(Meanwhile, Shinji is grinning from ear to ear, his heart pounding with excitement. With just one
glance at his surroundings, he realizes the unbelievable truth—he's back. Back in his own world. His
happiness overflows, and before he can stop himself, he wraps his arms around the bride, pulling her
into a tight hug.)
Shinji: (voice trembling with emotion) "I'm back. I'm home!"
(The bride, surprised by the sudden embrace, blinks in confusion. Then, as his words sink in, she
realizes what he means—this is his world, the place where he lived before. Her heart skips a beat,
and she looks up at him with a soft smile, feeling his joy become hers.)
(However, Shinji's moment of bliss is short-lived. As the applause and murmurs of the crowd around
them grow louder, he suddenly remembers where they are. He glances around and sees a crowd of
strangers, many of them grinning, some cheering, and a few even recording the scene on their
phones.)
Random Person in the Crowd: (chuckling) "Look at that! Young love really is something else."
Another Person: "Aw, they're so cute! The bride looks like a princess straight out of a fairy tale!"
(Shinji's face instantly turns crimson as he realizes he's been hugging his bride in front of dozens of
onlookers. The bride, now equally embarrassed, tries to pull away, but Shinji, in a sudden burst of
panic, scoops her up in his arms like a knight rescuing a damsel in distress.)
Shinji: (shouting nervously while avoiding eye contact with the crowd) "Sorry, we'll be leaving now!"
(Before anyone can react, Shinji bolts, carrying his stunned bride bridal-style through the crowd. The
bride clings to him, her face buried in his chest to hide her embarrassment, while Shinji runs as fast as
he can, his bright red face matching the decorations of the wedding hall they just left.)
*(Behind them, the crowd bursts into laughter and applause, shouting playful remarks like "Good
luck, hero!" and "Take good care of your princess!")