Haruto didn’t ask for this.
One moment, he was living the dream—or rather, the NEET dream—lounging in his dimly lit apartment, a half-eaten convenience store meal on his desk and an anime marathon playing in the background. No job, no responsibilities, just endless freedom to game, read web novels, and sleep whenever he wanted.
Then, out of nowhere, his screen glitched.
At first, he thought his laptop had finally given out after years of abuse, but the distortion spread—warping his vision, making the walls twist and collapse like a poorly rendered game world.
And then—everything went black.
When Haruto came to, he wasn’t in his room anymore.
He was floating in a vast, endless white void, sitting across from what looked like a half-asleep salaryman in celestial robes. The guy had dark bags under his eyes, a messy clipboard in hand, and an aura that screamed "I hate my job."
The celestial being sighed.
"Alright, kid. Listen up. There was a minor… let’s call it a ‘system error.’"
Haruto blinked. “Huh?”
"You weren’t actually supposed to be reincarnated yet, but our cosmic management system had a bit of a… malfunction. It kind of... auto-assigned you maxed-out stats."
Haruto tilted his head. “Maxed-out…?”
"Yeah. Like, every skill, every stat, every ability in existence—maxed out. Combat arts, magic, crafting, cooking, charisma, even stuff like ‘Stealth’ and ‘Handwriting.’ You’ve got it all at the highest possible level."
“Wait, wait, wait. Doesn’t that mean I’m basically—”
"Yes. You’re broken. Completely overpowered. Please do not ask me to fix it. That feature is locked."
Haruto opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, the administrator waved a hand.
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"Anyway, enjoy your new life. Welcome to Eldoria. Hope you find a job."
And then—he was gone.
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One Month Later – Fantasy World (Eldoria)
By all logic, Haruto should be thriving.
He had strength beyond dragons. His magic could rewrite reality. His intelligence rivaled sages.
And yet…
He was broke, jobless, and lying on a wooden bench in the middle of town.
Why?
Because no one would hire him.
His first attempt was at the Adventurer’s Guild.
[ADVENTURERS WANTED! NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY!]
It seemed promising—until they took one look at his stats and threw his application into the fireplace.
"You’re too powerful to register," the receptionist, Claire, had told him.
Haruto, baffled, had tried to argue. "Isn’t that a good thing? I can clear quests super easily—"
"No, that’s the problem!" Claire snapped. "If we let someone like you take F-rank quests, you’d break the entire ranking system!"
"...What if I hold back?"
She glared at him. "Last time you sneezed, you shattered three training dummies and caused a mana surge."
"...Fair point."
So, adventuring was out.
Fine. No problem. He could just find a normal job, right?
Wrong.
He applied to be a scribe, copying documents and books. His handwriting was too perfect, to the point that the Guild accused him of using forbidden magic to fake official scrolls.
He tried cooking.
Every time he touched food, it subconsciously absorbed his excess mana and turned into a magical disaster. A simple loaf of bread turned into a mana bomb that exploded when someone took a bite. The bakery burned down.
Then, he tried blacksmithing.
He forged a simple iron sword.
It turned into a legendary-grade weapon just from his passive skill boosting the material’s properties. The blacksmith, instead of hiring him, retired on the spot, declaring that Haruto had “achieved the peak of craftsmanship” and that there was “nothing left for him to teach the world.”
Haruto didn’t even do anything.
His very existence was ruining the economy.
And so, one month later, he was still unemployed.
Present Day – A Familiar Disaster
Haruto sighed, lying flat on the wooden bench in the town square, staring at the sky.
"I just wanted a normal life," he muttered.
He had tried everything.
Rejected from the Adventurer’s Guild.
Rejected from every normal job.
At this rate, the only one still interested in hiring him was—
BOOM.
A pillar of dark fire erupted at the town’s entrance.
Haruto didn’t even flinch.
Here we go again.
Through the smoke and flames, a familiar figure emerged.
She was tall, elegant, and dangerously beautiful. Long raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her crimson-red eyes glowed with power. A black and red cape flowed behind her, and magic circles pulsed at her fingertips.
The Demon Lord.
The town descended into chaos.
Guards scrambled. Citizens screamed. Some knelt in fear, others bolted for safety.
But Haruto?
He just groaned and sat up.
“…Lilia.”
Her burning gaze locked onto him.
“Haruto.”
She took a deep breath. Then, loud enough for the entire town to hear—
“Join me as my general! No— as my husband!”
The street fell into absolute silence.
Guards froze mid-charge. Adventurers choked on their drinks. Claire, who had stepped outside to investigate, staggered back like she’d been hit by lightning.
Haruto pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not this again.”
Lilia stomped her foot, pouting. “This is unacceptable! A man of your power should be ruling at my side, not… wasting away in unemployment!”
"I’m not wasting away," Haruto muttered. "I’m just... in between jobs."
"That’s the same thing!"
Haruto sighed. He already knew how this would go.
Another fight. Another misunderstanding. Another headache.
And most importantly—
Another day failing to find a normal job.