The first thing he had to do upon arriving in another world… was to kill the villagers?
Wasn't it usually the other way around?
Wait, why did he immediately assume this was another world? It could still be Earth.
But…
There was no way people in his time wore medieval-era clothing, especially considering the shape of the houses on both sides. It was impossible that he was still on Earth.
That meant… it was true. He was in another world.
Before he could think further, the villagers had already started running around in a panic again. The cause? A creature that had suddenly appeared not far ahead, charging toward him in a rampage.
"So, do I kill the villagers, or do I kill the monster that's clearly coming at me?" he asked himself in confusion, observing the creature—a massive boar covered in thick, sharp scales along its back.
Like armor.
Its two tusks weren't made of ordinary bone but something far stronger and undoubtedly sharp. The way the sunlight reflected off their surface made them look like spears.
Its eyes glowed a bright red—typical of evil monsters in fantasy stories.
"Ah! That means I'm inside a fantasy story!" he exclaimed, instinctively dodging to the side using the glitch, making it seem like he had teleported as he reappeared several meters to the left, just as the boar monster charged past.
Glitches flickered around him again before disappearing after a moment.
"I even have effects!?" he shouted excitedly, his heart beginning to race.
Maybe that pitch-black void wasn't a mistake.
His life had always been ordinary.
Nothing special, nothing lacking—right in the middle. A life so dull it wasn't even worth talking about. A life that would make people lose interest halfway through and change the subject.
Maybe he had always realized this but chose to ignore it. Pretending everything was fine while, deep down, his heart was crying out for help.
Was this his chance to change that?
Was this the moment life gave him an opportunity, unwilling to see his soul suffer in endless darkness, trapped in freezing loneliness with no warmth?
The villagers who had been fleeing slowly stopped in their tracks.
They had heard of heroes before, but never seen one with their own eyes.
Could he be one of them? Arriving at just the right time to save them?
Not wanting to waste any more time, he tested his new power again, teleporting around just to see the effect return, making him look like a game character. He had wanted something like this for so long—something he would have spent real money on if it had existed in a game.
The overwhelming feeling in his chest… was this happiness?
Wasn't this the same thrill he felt the first time he rode his sports bike?
A thrill that would eventually fade with time.
"You know what? I don't care."
He continued jumping from place to place, confusing the monster, which had no idea where to look as its prey kept pulling off impossible movements beyond its comprehension. Even the villagers, who had been ready to cheer, stood frozen. Watching him disappear and reappear elsewhere, then vanish again, made their necks hurt as they struggled to follow his unnatural movements.
Yet they couldn't stop watching—his effects were too mesmerizing.
"THIS IS INCREDIBLE!" he shouted again before teleporting into the air, just above the monster, which spun in circles, desperately trying to find him.
The villagers held their breath, eagerly waiting to see what would happen when his fist struck the boar monster. None of them could stop him, so they could only hope he would put an end to the creature. If he did, they would be forever grateful—
But what happened next made their hearts drop.
He landed on the beast's back and used a rope—one he had acquired while teleporting—to tie around its long tusks, turning them into reins.
After all, his mission was to kill the villagers, not save them.
Why not make it more fun?
But wait.
Was this the right thing to do?
He was about to kill innocent people. People who only wanted a peaceful life.
"There must be a reason why I was given this order, right?"
He hesitated for barely three seconds before shrugging.
"I'm sure there's an explanation, so rather than wasting time…" He kicked the monster's head, sending it into a fresh rampage as it tried to throw him off its back—but failed. Instead, he gained full control, steering it straight into the village houses.
The villagers, who had been filled with hope, now felt their fear double.
Not only was their savior actually their destroyer, but he was using a monster to do it—making the process even more agonizing.
As they scrambled to escape, pushing each other, sacrificing their own to save themselves, he watched from above, like a human observing a colony of ants. From this vantage point, he could see every facet of human nature.
Their true selves—cruel as it may sound, but undeniable.
Most of the villagers cared only for their own survival, abandoning friends, family, even lovers. Some even pushed their own kin aside just to gain a few extra meters before being trampled to death.
Of course, not everyone was like that.
Some still tried to save each other, but their efforts were just as futile.
Both the rescuers and the rescued ended up crushed under the boar monster's rampage. It squealed and leaped in fury, slamming its head against the mountain slope, causing massive boulders to tumble down, crushing entire groups of villagers who could do nothing but watch their doom descend upon them.
"Good thing I have this power. Otherwise, I'd probably be as flattened as them," he muttered, glancing at the pools of blood forming beneath the fallen rocks. Then he turned back to the monster, locking eyes with it as fresh blood trickled down its head.
"No wonder they're scared. Even after being crushed by those boulders, this thing isn't dead—just a little wounded."
Not far away, a group of people watched from atop a hillside, their faces grim as they took in the chaos below. Their expressions darkened even more when they saw him standing on the roof of a building, staring down the monstrous boar as it prepared to attack again.
They didn't know what had happened, but one thing was certain—
They would not let anyone, or anything, stop them from saving the villagers from destruction.