"Shut the hell up!"

"Do you think we're stupid?!"

"Defenders, my ass!"

"We should just take them out! A bunch of pranksters thinking they can make us work on an easy day."

"How? We can't get in here."

"Pft. Did you forget who I am? The great Yuen."

They say other stuff, but one thing is alarming: they want to kill us! Each of us presses our face against the door, shouting, "We are not intruders!"

Are they planning to smoke us out?

I drop to the bottom of the door where there is very little space and yell, "Don't try to smoke us out!"

They don't respond, just cackle a bit. My eyebrows furrow as countless tiny green spiders begin crawling toward my face! There are so many that when I jump back, the entire area around the door is covered in them.

"What the hell?!" Hessien panics and summons his card.

Honestly, creating mist would have been helpful right then.

His card glows, and then he moves his hands towards the army of spiders and releases a white mist. It just makes things a little harder to see through. We need to level up those skills for them to become useful, don't we? Ugh!

Ghomas says in disappointment, "This is pathetic."

"I know, damn it! I'm the one who has it!"

Vacinay's cat form isn't going to be useful, and her other skills would probably be just as useless. Though, I don't think she has the skill points to buy any more.

"What's going on with them?" She runs to the edge of the room.

There is Ghomas, but the skill he can use is useless— Oh, it can help us.

"Ghomas!" I run at him.

"What?"

"Create a body double and send it into the crowd of spiders to distract them!"

"Oh." He summons his legendary card. I call them quite a few names.

Then, with a flash of light from it, he squeezes his hands and shouts, "Playdead body double!"

From his side, his flesh bubbles up, and a face warps from it before growing the rest of the body.

...

Oh... I feel...

"Grughhh!" I vomit. Why did I see that? Why did I watch that? WHY?! Why must I suffer so much?!

Tears threaten to leap from my eyes. As they drop down, it feels like I can hear them screaming, 'I refuse to stay in this world anymore!'

TAKE ME WITH YOU!

I try to grab onto the tears as they splatter on the ground. I crash to my knees. "I... They left me behi—"

Before I can finish, Hessien, Vacinay, and Ghomas are staring at me like I'm an embarrassment.

"Cringe."

"So corny."

"What loners do to themselves."

...

"To hell with all of you! You guys always do that anime overdramatic crap! Matter of fact, you did it today when we were in this room!"

Vacinay dismisses me with a laugh. "And when you did it back on Earth, we mocked you for it."

Damn them! "Let me join in on the fun!"

While shouting, Ghomas takes his copy, which lacks clothes, and throws it into the mass of spiders, where they devour it. However, dealing with them is far more important than carnivorous spiders.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

They look at me, then at the spiders, then back at me before exchanging blank expressions. Then they start nodding.

"No," Hessien shrugs.

"Hmph. The absurd requests from peasants are unsettling," Vacinay pretends to have a fan in her hand.

"I give up..." I walk towards them as Ghomas throws more of his lifeless clones at the spiders.

Then I lock my eyes on the paintings in the room.

The outside guards shout, "Aren't you all dead yet?!"

Hmm...

I walk over to the paper paintings, pull them from the wall, and grip the edges to maximize the loud sounds they would make when I do this!

TEAR!

In an instant, I pull the edges of the paper as loud as I can and shout, "Wow! All these old paintings here! They must have depicted some important figures!"

"Wait. What?"

"Eh?"

The joyful exclamations soon turn into confused sounds.

I rush to another one.

TEAR!

My idea is that these paintings must have depicted important figures from the past. I hope they were heroes or people they idolized.

The others catch on and begin doing the same.

"Oh oh! This one is a painting of a happy family!"

TEAR!

"STOP!" They beg.

"Those paintings are of past presidents, you fools! How dare you disrespect them!"

"Call off those damn spiders!" I demand. "And open the door!"

"No—"

Vacinay grabs a nearby flag, probably from this country.

A sinister grin spreads across her face. "How patriotic are all of you to your country? Does the flag matter to you?"

"We will open the damn door!"

"Just don't tear the flag!"

They are screeching.

Our plan worked well. Except for one thing: what they are muttering behind the door.

"Who has the key?"

"I have no damn idea. I don't even know if one exists."

"Uhh... maybe our boss would know?"

Then there is silence.

You've got to be kidding me. This place better have a key for the door. It's just a door! Why would it be sealed off? Were the past reality defenders insane, so they sealed this place up so when more are summoned, they are forced to stay in here until they die?

I don't feel like it's exactly that, based on the guards' reaction to us.

Hessien sighs. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Same," Vacinay says as she hits Hessien's shoulders in a bored manner.

Ghomas folds his arms and nods. "Yep. We are going to starve here."

He isn't very encouraging.

Then, after fifteen minutes, there are people talking, their speech laced with doubt.

"There is no way that happened!"

"I am serious, sir! They claim to be reality defenders."

Another voice that sounds dignified says, "That... would be something else."

They must have been big shots!

We all run towards the door and begin shouting, "Open up!"

"Free us!"

"Hurry up!"

"This is a demand!" Ghomas slams his shoulders against the door.

"Uh..." Whoever it is has worry in his voice. Then he coughs, maybe in his fist to clear his throat. Then he announces, "If you all claim to be reality defenders, then answer this question—"

NO! I've had enough of this nonsense. They are going to ask some trick question, we are going to think we got the answer right, and then they are going to switch their voice to a doomy one and be like, 'This is a lie. You all will die.'

We need to convince them another way, but how? Think... think...

Vacinay is about to slam her forearm on the door to demand they ask the question, but I stop her.

"Turn off the auto-translation option," I tell her

.

She furrows her eyebrows, and the others express confusion, but Ghomas is the first to get my plan.

"Oh! I get what we are going to do." He messes with his UI and then begins shouting with the harshest accent he could form.

"AYEEEEE! You better open up now! If you don't, we will kill all of you!"

I do it too, and the others follow suit with a realization on their faces.

"Ooo. That's smart!" Vacinay grins.

"Hm, I think I get it a bit," Hessien responds.

And then we begin shouting along with Ghomas. However, unlike him, who is speaking actual sentences, I opt for something more chaotic.

"We are Zeus! We bring thunder! We bring death! Death! All death! Just death! This—we—do! Cry mothers. Beg fathers! Scream heralds! Shop death through death and life!"

I hope repeating some words and some short sentence fragments will be more effective.

Hessien stomps on the ground, trying to make loud sounds as he wails. "Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Suffferrrringggg! Onnnnnnnnnn! Yoooouuuuuuurrrrr kind!"

"Yeah yeah! We kill! Bathe in the blood of the damn innocents!" Vacinay kicks the door repeatedly as she echoes.

Panicked, they hurry into a discussion.

"Lesrs! Grash! Mayu!" Uhh..."

"Lers frez mah shul!"

"Lerzr Yoyn Refyu!

I wonder what the 'ler' means. They use it a bit. Anyway, it seems we got to turn back on auto-translate.

Switching it back on, they are actually arguing with each other.

"Give me the damn key! Give me!"

"S-stop the president! Sir, don't try to strangle me!"

"Did you hear that evil language?! Give me the damn key you have!"

The man defending his life shouts with fear lingering in his voice, "Guards, stop the president!"

Hell no!

Vacinay is the first one to switch off auto-translate as she starts to scream and increase the volume of her voice. "DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH!"

It sounds like a damn screech!

We join in. "LAAAA BOMBBBB! BOOMMMMBBBB."

"EAT THE YOUNG! THEN TRASH THE FOOLS!"

Ghomas is enjoying this a bit more than usual based on how he arches his back as he laughs. "GHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

Their argument ends with a sharp silence. Then sounds of metal echo upon hitting the door.

Auto-translate... back on.

"Shit... fit! Damn it, fit!"

Oh, so what we did worked.

"The damn key is too big for that tiny-ass hole."

The hell?

"What?" One of them is puzzled.

"You know what I mean!"

"No, I don't."

"I used 'tiny-ass' as an adjective!"

"No you didn't."

Are they mocking us?

Then the door opens for us in a frantic manner. The one that opened the door jumps behind the guards who point their 'guns' at us.

They are trembling. They... look weird. Their were odd tattoo-like patterns on their skin.

"Shit... what the hell are they?" One of them mutters.

"Monsters... they have no flow patterns..."

Ah damn it. We got isekai'd into another world where we are the outcasts, didn't we?