A few days prior.

A certain magician was leisurely spending his time.

Speaking out loud to himself, he spoke, “Let see what’s on Magi-us today… Oh, seems like Kofu found my first base. Let’s spook him a little… Ha-ha, let’s see how things unfold now… Ah, it’s getting late. I have to move tomorrow so let’s sleep for now.”

Right after turning off the magic screen the world suddenly flashed white around him.

“Shit.” Yelled the magician.

Being blinded by the bright light the magician closed his eyes honed his magic senses. The information that flowed into his mind represented statistics of the state of the world’s health. Reading the numbers and words that were flying through his mind, the magician realized something was drastically wrong.

Opening his eyes the magician saw a vast expanse of land untouched by human hands. The structure he stood in was a stone tower that stood over the fields around it. The pleasant smell of the wilderness, the magician had long forgotten, filled his nose.

“Welcome summoned hero to the world of Tedium, please hear our request.” Spoke a female’s voice.

Looking at the lady in front of him, the magician could only snicker. The lady wore a long elegant robe while holding a staff of similar length. Seeing such clothes reminded the magician of the old magic users’ bad sense of style. Around the lady stood countless other people wearing similar clothes.

Seeing such outfits, the magician replied, “Ah, I never thought about running to another world but, NOPE!”

Pop.

At that very moment, the magician had used his own magic to return back to his homeworld. Leaving a popping sound after the activation of his spell, the people that had summoned him were left speechless. No matter what they had thought the possibility of the person they summoned being able to leave never crossed their mind. Because the summoning ritual required a high amount of magic energy the lady and everyone else had to retire for the day. As they attempted to process the unexpected events.

When the magician returned home let released a deep sigh. Thinking of the new possibilities from his short experience the magician walked to his bed. Yet before he completes his thought the world around him glowed white once again.

“Again?” moaned the magician.

Unlike the previous summon there was not anyone who kindly welcomed him. Instead, he was trapped in a metal cage in a dark cold room. He could barely make out the shape of chains in the darkness, but the sounds of unknown tortured lifeforms could be heard clearly.

“Did Miss Interrogation summon me now?” the magician pondered.

A gentle female voice responded to him, “Oh, what do we have here?”

“Never mind it isn’t her,” replied the magician.

“Hm? Were you expecting someone else? You should know that I, Angela Caroline, am the greatest magician in Tedium.”

“Ah, different person same name… Tedium again?”

Ignoring the comment the young lady continued, “Do you know why I summoned you here? This mistress wants-”

“Wants to torture me,” the magician finished her sentence. “Well, it’s been interesting but I’m going to nullify the summoning contract and head home. Bye!”

“Fufufufu, seems we have a smart one here. You’re correct but- Hey! Wait!”

Pop.

Back home, once again, the magician attempted to stay alert to avoid any possibility of being summoned a third time. Yet to his dismay, he was summoned once again without being able to act.

Letting out a sigh, he spoke, “I really need to find a way to prevent this.”

Taking a look around, at the new location, the magician could not make out anything except darkness. Under his feet was a very old-styled pentagram which was drawn with blood. There were a few candles at the corners of the drawing. The only thing that came to his mind was the poor efficiency demon summoning rituals. On another note, he pondered whether or not he had demon blood in his veins.

Clank. Clank. Clank.

Out from the shadows, a mature looking lady in VERY revealing clothes appeared. Ignoring the clothes she wore and the normal humanoid features such, as arms and legs, she had a pair of small horns on her head and a thin black tail. Upon the lady’s face was a seductive look that made a chill run up the magician’s spine.

Taking caution the magician spoke, “I’m pretty sure demons wanted to avoid me at all cost.”

The lady spoke, “Welcome pitiful hu-”

“Let me guess,” Interrupted the magician, “You summoned me for your own selfish reason and that this world is called Tedium. Are you a succubus?”

Being taken off guard the lady hesitated, “Yes… Kind of… Yes…”

“Ah, ok bye.”

Pop.

Before the succubus could give a complete response the magician left. Scratching the back of her head, the succubus had no words to describe the feeling she had. If she had to think of a word to it would have to be blue-balled.

As he casted his return magic the magician prepared countermeasures against the ridiculous amount of summoning circles. To his surprise, he did not appear at his base of operations, instead appeared above another bloody pentagram.

“Ok! What now?” the magician suddenly blurted.

The room he appeared in was dark and was lit by a few candles. There were countless books and papers stack so high that they touched the ceiling. There were so many paper-based items with ink on them there was enough to create an entire tree and a few dozen sacks of cephalopod ink using alchemy. Conveniently, on the wall, a map was in view contained a detailed drawing of…

“Tedium… again?” moaned the magician.

When the magician dropped his head down in despair he saw a young girl cloaked in a black robe. She was probably in her early teens but it was hard to tell due to the dim lighting. She was scared to her wit’s end as she tried to scoot away in fear. Her hood had fallen off her head an revealed a distinct and prominent feature, pointed ears, that were only seen in fairy tales.

Squatting down to meet the fearful girl’s eyes, the magician asked, “If you have something to say then say it.”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry.” Said the girl.

The magician taking a closer look at the girl it noticed her cheeks were tainted with a slight red tint under the warm glow of the candles.

“I-I j-just w-w-wanted a-a-a- I’m sorry!” she continued.

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Sighing, the magician spoke, “If you’re going to keep apologizing then I’m going home. Oh, by the way, little girl, don’t mess with summoning magic you could have summoned a demon, ok?”

Right then the young girl frantically rushed out of the room. Slamming the door behind her, she caused the piles of books and papers to fall. Being caught surprised at the sudden development the magician decided to go home before being buried in paper.

Pop.

Returning home he quickly realized the potential fire outbreak that could have happened. Unfortunately, he had no way of returning to the room so he could not do anything. Giving his prayers he hoped that the fire would not grow too big. Suddenly feeling a very bad nagging sensation he cautiously looked down. Under him was another glowing magic circle was waiting to welcome him. Before he could curse a single word he was transported.

This time he had appeared was on top of a bloody altar. Surrounding him was a group of humanoid beings with various animal ears, tails and hair. The words animal cosplayers crossed the magician’s mind. Right in front of him, a cat woman was holding a bloody dagger that was stabbed into another human cosplayer.

“Is… is that human dead?” ask the magician.

Suddenly the group suddenly cheered loudly as if celebrating the discovery of a hidden treasure or a miracle.

“It’s one of those weird cults again,” guessed the magician.

BOOM. Pop.

After causing an explosion to wipe the cult the magician returned home. To his dismay, he was summoned yet again and appeared on top of another alter. Unlike the previous summoning, it wasn’t bloody and instead of the weird animal-cosplaying cult, there were people adorn in white garbs.

Clicking his tongue, the magician guessed, “I’m probably in a church- WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?”

Noticing he was in his baby suit he quickly used magic to summon cloths to hide his body. Luckily for him, he was summoned laying down and the alter was elevated above the surrounding area. So no one could see his radiant body. Except for the single woman that was kneeling next to him. The woman’s eyes were trained on a single spot, which could allow the magician to file a sexual assault lawsuit.

“Oh, god’s avatar please save Tedium from destruction.” Spoke the woman with a cherry red face.

“I’M NOT A GOD’S APOSTLE, I’M AN ATHEIST!” declared the magician.

Pop.

“This is why I don’t hate gods, they bring more trouble than good. Geez if there’s a good god out there they should just stop people from summoning me. I might even consider not beating them up for this.”

After muttering a complaint to himself he picked up the abandoned clothes. Deciding to rest for the day he headed to sleep, but only after he took precautions. Before he could set up a single safeguard he was, surprise, summoned again. This time the location that he was summoned to was a cave full of gold and decorations. He was sitting at a fancy marble table, across from him was another person with sticks sticking out of her head. The person was garbed in white eastern styled clothing and is sipping, a liquid that seems to be like tea, out of a gold teacup.

Looking around the magician asked the lady, “What’s the catch now?”

“Catch?” asked the stick headed lady, “There isn’t any, you just appeared there. Seems like you’re from another world, correct?”

“Bingo,” the magician nodded, “I’m surprised that this world speaks old Latin. You know it’s considered a dead language in my world.”

“Surprising. Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please, you know recently I have been summoned over and over again, it’s pretty annoying.”

“Oh, so you didn’t come here on your own will?”

“Of course not! I know they keep appearing suddenly but as a magician, it’s a disgrace that I keep falling into them.”

“Disgrace?”

“Yes, a disgrace. In skirmishes between magic users its best to always keep moving to not get caught in spells. So being accidentally caught in a magic circle is downright pathetic.”

“I see. Your world is pretty interesting. It sounds like you don’t use magic to kill.”

“Mhm, it’s a waste to kill off a magic user as we prefer to keep to ourselves. Oh, is this Ginseng?”

“You have a good tongue. It is Ginseng. Continue, please, you caught my curiosity.”

The magician kept complaining while the lady continued to listen to him. Unknown to her, she was caught by the magician’s natural charm like many of the magician’s dangerous female “companions”.

“Ah, I spent too much time here,” spoke the magician, realizing the time, “I should get back before world war three starts. Thank you for the tea, it was a nice talk.”

The lady giggled a bit. “No, thank you, it’s been a pleasure. I don’t get that many interesting guests around here. Come talk to me again whenever you have the time. Bye.”

“I will, Cya.”

Pop.

Feeling like the tension from previous summons disappear the magician had let his guard down. This time the magician successfully returned to his home. Looking around to check if there were any more summoning circles. Seeing none he let out a sigh of satisfaction, but when he looked down there it was a glowing circle. It was as if it was waiting for him to look down before activating, similar to a certain coyote’s relationship with cliffs.

Igniting his wrath, he yelled, “DAMN IT!”

Throwing a sudden punch full of magic he hit a stone wall. Obliterating the wall he granted the light of the outside world to the once dark room. Near the destroyed area, was a person garbed in brown. The magician had missed the person by a hair’s breadth. That person who once had a hood on had it blown off by the blast from the punch. Revealing yet another female who was shocked motionless. The person was a young beauty with white hair, red eyes, and sharp canine teeth.

Realizing the situation the magician apologized to the young lady, but the young lady had passed out while standing due to shock. Seeing this the magician decided to cast some magic and cover her with a blanket before leaving. There was no need for him to actually apologize to the young lady if she did not know who he was and what he looked like.

Pop.

Returning back to his home once more, the magician used his magic to float above the ground. Doing so would allow him to avoid stepping on any summoning circles. Making the correct decision the magician became satisfied, there was indeed a summoning circle situated right below him. Before he could dispelling the magic circle, the circle expanded covering the entire room and summoned him to another world.

“…”

Being annoyed to no end the magician had no words to describe the idiotic development. Rubbing his temples the magician silently declared that he would slaughter the world’s god and cast the world itself into oblivion. Letting out a very deep sigh he lazily looked at his surroundings. The summoning circle had brought him to a dark forest that was only lit with a few beams of sunlight.

“GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID SLAVE!” yelled an unknown man.

Hearing the loud voice, the magician turned to the commotion. Looking at the general direction he saw a young lady in shags running away from a group of people, mainly consisting of rugged males.

“I think the Chronomancer told me about this before,” pondered the magician, “He told me it was from a decent- no it wasn’t- story. She should be able to escape her pursuers due to her light load. Unless she trips- and she tripped.”

Watching the development happening the magician decided to interfere to quickly close the situation. Also to reduce the guilt, that he should not have, of being an innocent bystander. He did not know what the story of the slave and the men, but he did not care.

“A bit of teleportation magic should do,” muttered the magician.

Using magic the magician sent the group away to who knows where. Afterward, he helped the lady up.

“Ah, thank you.” Said the lady.

“Mhm,” nodded the magician.

Thinking back to the conversation with Chronomancer, he was informed that the best course of action was to support the slave with luxury and be a goody two shoes. By doing such things the magician would, most of the time, instantly charm the slave, causing her to follow the magicians every command. There was also a chance of more helpless heroines to appear before him and by helping them they would cause them to fall madly in love with him.

Recalling the correct process of dealing with the situation the magician… cast a protection barrier around on the lady, provided her with traveling supplies, and quickly left. The magician knew the extreme dangers and disasters of such routes, and he hoped to the gods, that he is going to kill, that his female “companions” from his homeworld do not learn of his actions.

Before he left he noticed the collar around the lady’s neck. The collar gave off a revolting feeling to the magician. When the magician asked about it he learned of the disgusting magic of slavery that was eradicated in his own world. Making sure his hands would not be dirtied by such magic the magician nullified the magic, setting the lady free.

Pop.

Using his magic he went home once again, but instead of appearing in his bedroom he ended up in a white room. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the white room did not fade away. What appeared before the magician was a being with an unfathomable amount of divine magic, dressed in ancient Greek clothing that hid NOTHING.

“I’m Molestia the goddess who rules over and watches the world of Tedium,” said the being.

“A god…” muttered the magician.

“Yes I am a goddess, I am here to ap-”

“DIE!” the magician interrupted the goddess while throwing various magic spells at her.

“Wait, please I’m… trying to- ah!”

“I WILL LET YOU TALK ONCE I ERADICATE YOU INTO OBLIVION.”

“I know you are angry, but, please, let me explain.”

“{GOD BINDINGS}”

Letting out words of immeasurable power, the magician summoned chains that entangled the goddess. Not only did the chain restrict the goddess’ movements it had also drained her powers.

“These chains… you humans are scary, but if I have to receive this punishment for the misdeeds then I’ll take it…”

Pop.

“Huh? Where did he go?”

After casting the restraining magic the magician left to return to his home. After “defeating” the cause of the problem the magician finally could rest. The magician desired to slaughter the goddess but before he dealt the deciding blow he realized the consequences. If he killed the goddess then he would have divine blood on his hands. If he had divine blood on his hand then he would be revealing his position to other magic users in his homeworld. If his position was revealed then dozens of the magician’s “companions” would rush to him for a nice deadly chat.