Prologue

Monday. Quite possibly the most depressing day of the week. Most people were, without a doubt sighing heavily as they lamented from the fact that school was once again upon us, and that the glorious weekend had ended…

…for now.

In any case, did that sound familiar? If it did, then I’m sure you’ll love my story.

And if it didn’t, then as long as you stay with me, I’m sure you’ll love my story.

And I’ve no motivation to tell you why. All I can do is show you. Show you, that this isn’t an Arifureta knock-off, but instead a true shounen to its core.

I’m gonna show you the power of friendship.

And to do that, well begin the tale, from the very beginning.

* • •

Like I said before: Monday was indeed the most depressing day of the week. The sudden shift from the blissful heaven of indulging in the world of games and anime to a sudden brain-juice-draining hell of classes was torture. And even though I’ve been keeping this up for years and repeating the same thing every week, I just still couldn’t get used to it.

I wonder how that works?

In any case, school is shit, so let’s skip to the part after school:

The bell rang as it marked the end of classes, and the teacher bid farewell as if she was more relieved of the fact that she didn’t have to put up with her disinterested students anymore.

Well, I couldn’t blame her. After all, our class is quite a notorious one for having too many weebs. It makes me wonder why don’t schools just place all the weebs together in one single room, or have special “for weebs only” kind of classes.

The world would be a better place that way…

Anyway, classes were now over, and it was time to go home. However, instead of going straight home, I instead went out of the room and waited out there. I also made sure I wasn’t visible from inside the classroom at all possible angles.

And why would I trouble myself to do this?

Well, the answer revealed itself…over an hour later. That’s right. I waited for over an hour. Indignant as it could be, I had no choice. I have circumstances.

In any case, over an hour later, a girl suddenly went out of the room with a downcast expression. She was holding a letter which she was clenching quite tightly, and I could see tears in the corner of her eyes.

Yep. As expected, she got rejected.

The girl seemed distracted by her thoughts that she didn’t even notice me until she was less than 2 meters away.

“Eh?” she uttered in dumbfound.

I raised a hand in greeting. “Sup’. Good work.”

Just to clarify, but this girl isn’t even a part of my class. I don’t know who the heck she was, and I certainly haven’t met her before.

I was just doing this to mess up with her.

Seeing me, she recognized who I was, and all of the sudden, she covered her mouth as her eyes widened. It was as if she’d seen something terrifying, and a dam broke loose when her tears began to flow out of her eyes.

She then began bawling and ran, as if running away from a terrifying monster.

Perfect. And to make it even more flawless, I made an evil smile. The Lelouche kind of evil smile. It isn’t Ainz Ooal Gown, okay? It’s not, okay? It’s really not as I still have cheeks, okay?

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

Ahem… that aside, I watched her vanish as she turned to a corner, and muttered, “Serves you right, normies.”

Though I wanted to say “It’s all according to keikaku” but I feel like I’d look…wait, that actually sounds feasible!

I cleared my throat, “Umu… It’s all according to keikaku…”

Perfection.

Also, I’m not gonna bother explaining what keikaku is. If you don’t understand, then go watch gigguk’s videos about otakus on youtube.

I was bathing in my glorious achievement of making a girl run away with my powerful aura when a sudden voice spoke from behind me.

“Just to ask, but what the hell are you doing?” It was a male voice, and it was reminiscent of the voices you hear at the male protagonists in shoujo novels.

 “Hey. You guy took too long. Did you pop your cherry with her inside?” I joke as I turned behind me.

He laughed, “Ahaha!... no. In the first place, she’s one “D” too many.”

Indeed. 3D girls had too much “D”s on them. 2 are just enough, and one is… well, is that even a girl? Are you sure you just didn’t draw a line?

In any case, I was genuinely curious, “I can sympathize with that, but why did you take too long? And why did she seem so traumatized with me?”

“The reason why we took so long, was that she had me read a novel she wrote—ah, just to clarify, she’s not an aspiring creator in our culture. She’s a normie kind of creator. And as for why she was traumatized with you is…” he paused, then scratched his head.

I stopped him, “Let me guess. You probably told her you were in love with me, didn’t you?”

He pointed at me as he smiled, “Bingo.”

“Ugh…” I groaned in disgust, “You used that excuse again? I demand reparations.”

“Sure,” he agreed. He then took out his phone, “I downloaded the new episode for Isekai Harem Monogatari last night. This should be a good payment, right?”

What?! Seriously?! There's a new episode?!

I pushed up my imaginary glasses, “Pleasure doing business.”

* • •

Now then. I’m sure our conversation had given you quite an idea, but let me introduce myself, and the guy from before.

My name is Harold Trump—and just to tell you but I’m not related to that awesome president—a 19-year-old college student, and a weeb.

And as for the guy before, it was my best friend. Johann Sullivan. 19 years old. College student. A weeb.

Weeb.

That’s right. We were both weebs. I’m sure a lot of people, especially in our culture hates the word “weeb” itself, but we don’t care about that. For us, weeb is the western translation for the Japanese word “otaku”, and we are against the notion that we be called nerd.

Please classify us properly.

In any case, if I were two describe the two of us; we were polar opposites. He was the stud that was popular in the entire campus with both the grades, looks, athletism, and… the paper bills.

As for me, I also had grades, looks, and athletism, but let’s just say it’s on a class of their own. I’m perfectly at high standards, based on the standards of our cultured people. And as for the paper bills…

…let’s just say I’m free from worldly desires.

Me and Johann were also opposites in physical features. He was blonde, I had black hair. He was tall, I was tall from the perspective of middle school kids. He had the muscles, while my muscles were hidden dragons inside my flesh armor.

Yet despite all those differences, we were true-to-heart best friends. And for the reason why? It was the power of unity.

The unity between two polar opposites needed a catalyst that could harmonize the negating forces between the two sources, and mix it together as a neutral, non-volatile compound. And for us…

…it was the world that lack one “D”.

Weebism.

Weebism was a powerful thing. It was a world full of possibilities that was known to be impossible, and it was a world that defied common sense.

And if I were to describe it, it would be like gathering all the desires from each and every people in the world, blend it all together into a single chalice of liquid, then mix in five teaspoons of milk, 20 kilograms of coffee, 20 kilograms of chocolate, and 5 drops the most disgusting liquid in the world.

It didn’t make sense, right? It was exactly what I meant.

For mysterious reasons, those who embrace the culture of Weebism(or is it religion? We also have our own pantheon of gods, after all) gradually becomes brainwas—I mean, enlightened to the truth about unity.

And proof enough, we were once again, like always, walking home side by side, discussing about classes…

“…You mean you’re into elves, huh?” Johann asked with all seriousness. He nodded his head in approval, “Not bad…”

“Not exactly limited to elves, but also the animal-eared ones.” I clarified.

“How typical.”

…classes of girls from the wonderful world of Weebism that is.

“By the way, Sieg…” Johann called out, “Did Zaine say anything about why he’s absent?”

“Not really.” I shrugged. “ But I heard he was making a youtube video today.”

In case anyone’s curious, Siege is my Weebism name in which I have given my glorious self upon my baptism. Zaine is Cedrick's, which is also our best friend and the one that completes the trio, while Johann is Lazarus.

Of course, we made it as preparations when we gets isekai’d.

“What kind of video? Is it another gigguk rip-off?”

“I’m not privy to details, but it’s likely.” I nodded after a short deliberation.

Actually, the deliberation part unnecessary, as I was sure he was making a gigguk rip-off. And if you're curious as to how he does things; imagine gigguk being twice wider in body size, as well as twice gloomier in eyes, and lacking two front teeth as he speaks in a broken English with terrible vocabulary.

And that was Cedrick, alright…

“Haha…” Johann laughed, “is there a need to criticize the poor guy?”

“You don't get it.. As his brothers-in-arms, we need to set him to the right path.”

“And how exactly do you do that?"

“Tell him to rip off pewdiepie instead, ” I shrugged, “At least he'll shame himself less that way.”

“That's cruel!” he exclaimed, “Why not just tell him that his videos suck?” he said with sarcasm.

“Hey, am I really the cruel one in here? I feel like you should check the mirror at least once…”

“…” he went silent.

“…” I too, went silent.

We started at each other in silence for a while, and the next moment…

“Pfft…”     “Bhfft…”

““Ahahahahaha….!”” We laughed out loud at the same time.

We both held our stomachs as it began to hurt, and finally, after a while of a hearty laugh, we began to settle.

With a grin still plastered to my face, “Haha… man that was a nice one. A direct approach; telling him his videos are shit. And the worst part is it actually is…bhfft…”

“Yeah, hahaha… seriously. Maybe he should just edit guggul's face on one of his videos, and place his face there. That might work as an ‘original'.” Johann commented on his own.

We were having fun with our talk, not minding the fact that the one we were roasting was a sworn brother of ours, a sudden voice came from behind.

“Step aside you damn weebs! You're blocking the road!”

“Hm?” we turned behind us to see who was it who spoke, but unexpectedly, it was a familiar face.

I turned to Johann, “Who was this guy again?”

“I don’t know, ” Johann shook his head, “But I'm sure he's our classmate.”

“Yeah… I think so too.”

The guy reddened as he glared at us. But perhaps he knew of our personalities, he only glared for a while, until he turned his focus on the road, and walked straight ahead.

But when he passed by our location…

“Eh?”     “Huh? What is this light?”

Light suddenly wrapped us three, as the next instant, our vision too was flooded by radiance.