Chapter 1: Welcome To A New World
“Eh where the fuck am I?” I asked no one. “For I am sure as hell don’t know. Why am I even speaking out loud?”
What I did know was that wasn’t in the same place I had been just a moment ago. For this sure ass, hell wasn’t San Diego.
How did I know?
Well, it was currently night then it had been daytime, last time I had checked, and sundown would not have happened for another six hours. And there was the fact I could actually see the night sky filled with thousand distant stars burning or had been burning a million years ago and their light just now reaching the planet.
There was also the fact that the alleyway I stood in the ground was made of dirt and sand. The two-story houses on my side looked like the ones you would find in some African or middle eastern village, not in a modern day American City.
I tried to remember what had happened and the memories came to me.
I had been walking through comic-con finally had been able to go that year. I had been walking through the Baazar area to look for merchandise, and I had found a guy that sold FGO Servant Cards like it was a card game in booster packs. With each one containing a Random Servant of each Class, the seven standard ones and the extra ones such as Avenger, Ruler, and Gunner. There had also been the C.C.C extra classes sold separately as posters, but I hadn’t bought those. I had placed them in my backpack, and then I had gone to the toilet.
I didn’t remember anything after I had gone to the toilet until I found myself standing in this dirt-filled ally.
Wait, my backpack!
I reached for my back only to find it empty, and nothing was hanging off it.
My bag was gone.
Along with all my stuff.
Or least I thought so, until then my arms brushed against something that had been attached to my hips.
I turned my head to look at what it was and saw that it was a box-shaped object.
It pulled it off my belt and gave it a look over.
It looks like a deck box. I thought. Where the hell did this thing come from, I didn’t have this before.
I found the opening, and I saw what was inside. It was the Servant Cards I had bought from the booth. And they were packed out of their package.
Now I could actually see what I had gotten.
I looked at the ten cards in my hand each of them with the image of a Servant of them on, with each being in their final Ascension splash art.
I have gotten. Siegfried as Saber, Tristan as Archer, Karna as Lancer, Medusa as Rider, Paracelsus as Caster, Fuuma as Assassin, Cu as Berserker, Joan as Ruler, Hessian Lobo as Avenger and finally there was Nobu as Gunner.
Well, I think I can call this A+ Luck I had gotten here, for there were some serious bullshit Servants.
I packed the Class Cards away once again and put the deck box back onto my belt.
After that, I went to zip of my jacket as the air was getting a bit cold.
I’m a fucking idiot. I thought as I reached into the upper pocket of my jacket as that was where I kept my phone and not in my now missing bag.
I reached into my upper pocket and pulled out my precious LG smartphone and unlocked it, but my feelings of happiness were quickly dashed away as I as that were not signal.
“That’s just great,” I muttered as I put my phone back in its pocket.
I sighed as I thought about what to do now, as it was rather apparent to me now, that I had been R.O.B’ed. Now I just needed to figure out to where I had been sent, I just hoped that I wasn’t the protagonist of a shitty Isekai story now.
Sometimes, I think that being Genre Savy is a curse.
I began walking out of the alleyway, hoping to find some Inn I could eat in or get some sleep as I could feel my stomach starting to rumble a bit. As it hungered after food to fill it.
“Help!”
But that plan was rather quickly put on hold as I heard a female voice cry out for help through the night and was then quickly silenced.
I didn’t have a hero complex like some other people, but I couldn’t just leave somebody to be hurt. I would be a rather shitty human being if I ignored somebody obviously in distress.
I ran towards where the yell had come from, which was easy as the voice had come from a clear direction and not been thrown about because of the houses somehow.
I ran on the sandy road for a good half a minute until I came upon the alleyway from where the woman's scream had come from.
This one unlike the one I had been standing in was lit up by a single wooden torch allowing me to see what was happening.
And what I saw made my mind short circuit for a few seconds.
As I looked upon four beings that almost looked like humans, but they had grey skin that was stripped with black. Their faces were muzzled like a horse’s face, but it was more cartoonish if you could call it that. And from their back, I could see striped tails hanging, and their hair was the same. They even had hooves for feet.
They looked like cartoon anthro zebras. Isekai most definitely confirmed
And what they were doing made my blood boil.
You might ask what I was seeing, and I will tell you. Of the four anthro Zebras, I was looking at three of them was male, and one was female. You could probably guess what was happening and no it wasn’t consensual I could see the tears running down the female zebra’s face.
“What the hell do you think you're doing!” I shouted bringing the rape of the woman to a halt as the three males turned to look at me. Luckily for me, they hadn’t managed to progress very far and only one them was forcing her to give him a blowjob. But I could eagerly see the other two waiting for their turn.
“So, somebody seeks to interrupt our fun,” The one using her mouth spoke, with a gruff voice.
“It seems that way, Boss. Do you have any idea what he is, doesn’t look like a pony.” One of the two who was waiting said, and I could see he had scar under his eye
“I don’t care. Kill him, while I finish here and the one that does gets to get go next.” The so-called Boss ordered, and he had the fucking audacity to continue raping the female zebra right in front of me.
I’m going to fucking kill you.
And now that the two goons stood face to face with me I could see that they were wearing some kind of uniform, that meant they were part of some sort of group. Their uniforms looked to be of the military type which indicated that they were not the police, but instead mercenaries or Terrorists.
I’m not sure if that’s racist to think or not.
Their clothes still had that African/Middle Eastern look it and on their chest was a symbol looking like a drop of blood falling into a sea of blood.
And at their side was a single sword strapped to their belts, that looked more like machetes as the blade was very broad at the end.
I saw them pull and ready them to attack me.
I could hear them slightly chuckling like they had just discovered something funny.
“Well, it seems that our blue baller here isn’t carrying any weapons. Let’s show him why you don’t mess with the Igazi.” Gone two said the one without a scar said. They began walking towards me ready to swing their swords and most definitely trying to kill me.
I didn’t want to die.
And it was like my body moved automatically and I reached into the deck box and pulled out a Class Card. I really hoped that this would work, I had been transported here by some R.O.B or another kind of deity. And the only thing I had come here with had been my Cards and phone, and if the rule of Isekai worked in my favor one of those two had become magical, I was taking my chances with the Class Card based on an urban fantasy series.
“Include.”
The card in my hand lit up, and a second later I could feel knowledge fill my mind with how to use the weapon I had in my hand.
The sound of a Harpe playing and two bodies dropping to the dry ground rang throughout the alleyway.
I walked past the dead bodies of the two goons Failnaught at my side. I knew then I stopped the Include I would throw up, as I was using Tristan’s experience to handle my emotions at the moment.
I saw the Bosses eyes go wide as he looked at the bodies of his two men.
They fear filled with fear.
He panicked and quickly pulled out of the mouth he had been using make his dick flop and made cum fly everywhere.
I did not need to see that.
The female zebra fell to the ground and began coughing up some of the sperm that had been shot into her throat.
The Boss stood shakingly on his legs and was slowly backing away from me. “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking with if anything happens to me, the chief is going to burn this city to the ground.” The male zebra spoke fearfully.
He took my silence as an affirmation that I wasn’t going to hurt him, and he began to run away while his pants were around his ankles.
Too bad that I was just silent because I was disgusted with him.
As if he would get out this alive after what he had done.
I pulled three of Failnaught’s strings, and the rapist fell to the ground his knees blown out and throat punctured.
He was going to bleed out in a minute or two.
I walked over to the female zebra that was now sitting up and trying to cover up her breasts with an arm, as the thugs had ruined the shirt or jacket she had been wearing.
And I could see the fear in her eyes as I stood in front of her.
I kneeled down to her level. “Hey its okay they won’t hurt you anymore, where do you.”
She took and launched herself at me wrapping her arms around me, bringing me into a tight hug. I could feel her very large breasts being pushed into my chest.
Her head was on my shoulder, and I could hear her cry into it.
“There, there it's okay, it's going to be fine.” I tried to comfort her, petting her head and nuzzling her back.
I didn’t know how long we were sitting like that, but after sometime, she pulled her head away from my shoulder allowing me to get a look at her face and I saw that she had amethyst eyes. A thing I had never seen outside of fiction.
“You’re better now?” I asked.
“I am now my Lord.”
Ah, fucking social inequality worlds. Oh, how I hate you.
“Not a Lord, anyway do you live somewhere close by?” I asked as lifted her up so she could stand on her own.
“I was returning to the Madam.” Okay, so she was a prostitute.
“Could you show the way, so that I can make sure you get back safely.” I requested.
“There is no need my Lord, I’m just a lowly whore. You have already saved me once there is no need to go to such lengths.” The female zebra babbled.
“No, it would be a pleasure to escort you back miss?” I asked for her name as I couldn’t keep calling her female zebra in my head.
“Ah, this whore’s name is Zesta, my Lord,” Zesta answered.
“Lovely to meet you Zesta, my name is…” I came to a stop as I realized I couldn’t remember my name. It was completely gone from my memories. I could remember my life, my family, friends what I had gotten for Christmas last year, but my name was completely gone from my mind.
Guess that was the price for using this. I thought as I looked at the bow in my hand still.
I guess I now needed a new name. But what should it be, I had read a lot of self-inserts stories that had their name stolen and instead used their internet name handles as a substitute. But mine was terrible to use, as colors made for shitty names, at least in English for first names. And I didn’t want to translate it into Japanese, as I wanted to keep my weeb levels low. But I knew a name that I could use. “Roman Solomon,” It seemed appropriate, and it was a sign of respect I had for the good King of Magic.
With a thought, I ended the Include, and Failnaught returned to being a card. I immediately felt bile rise into my mouth as the force of killing three Sapient beings hit all at once, but I managed to keep it down and not puke.
“My Lord are you alright,” Zesta asked me, with concern I didn’t expect from a person I had just met.
“I’m fine, here put this on,” I said as I took off my jacket for Zesta to cover herself so that she didn’t need to use her arms to do it. I saw her hesitating for a bit. “Come on, take it or do you wanna show everyone what you got.” I tried to say playfully, as to lighten the grim mood that now permeated the air.
Zesta took my jacket and put it on, zipping it up. Though it seemed to be little too small for her as it was barely able to contain her breasts, showing a great amount of cleavage.
“Which way to the Madam’s place?”
“It is not very far from here,” Zesta said as we left the alleyway, leaving behind the smell of blood and dead bodies.
We entered what could be called the main street, and I got a good look at my surroundings, to actually compare it to things I knew. And closest thing I could was Lowtown from Dragon Age 2. So it made me think that this world was somewhere around its middle ages state. Though they probably had magic so they might be more like Familiar of Zero and have a magic substitute for tech. Or I was just making inaccurate presumptions about the entire place already with only seeing a little part of it, and the country next over could be a magi-tech heaven.
It was probably the last one.
“My Lord.” I heard Zesta speak and I turned my head to her.
“What is it?”
“I mean no offense with this my Lord, but might I ask what species you are, for I have never seen someone like you before?” Zesta asked. Which meant that she had never seen a human before or anything that looked like a human. Which for me meant there wasn’t any human-like in this world or at least within this country. But couldn’t take it as fact, as much as this was an asshole-ish thing to think. Zesta was most definitely an uneducated peasant. So I knew that the things she said about the things she knew shouldn’t be taken as gospel.
“I’m a human Zesta.”
“I’ve never heard about humans before?” Zesta said with curiosity.
“Yeah, you probably wouldn’t have,” I said.
“What do you mean by that my Lord?” Zesta asked me.
“Nothing, let's continue.”
The rest of the walk was spent in silence until a few minutes later we came to the brothel that Zesta worked at. And it was house very much different from the others around it, as it seemed that it was what separated the poor area from the higher class as down the road from the brothel. The houses from what I could see began to look more high class being made of wood and actual brickwork.
The Brothel was a very grand establishment and looked to be very profitable. It was composed out four stories of wood and stone of high quality, windows that were made out of actual glass and not wood shutters.
I could see people were inside moving about, by the shadows that appeared in the windows created by the light inside.
“Not to state the obvious, but I guess that this is the place?” I asked.
“it is my Lord, this is the place I call home,” Zesta spoke, and she opened the door, and we walked inside.
And the interior matched the exterior being of high-class quality. It was open entrance hall we stepped into like one would find in old English mansions, doors that led to other rooms and a large staircase that lead to the second floor.
And as the door closed behind us creating a loud noise, making everyone who was in the hall turn to face us. And everyone of them was an anthro zebra.
The hall was entirely quiet as everyone looked at us, rather they were looking at me with eyes of curiosity. Though I found it strange for being a Brothel, I couldn’t hear any sex going on.
The silence was broken by a female voice.
“Oh Zesta you’re back, I was starting to get worried that something had happened to you.” I turned my head to the voice and saw another female zebra walk towards us. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress, and her body I could have called a Zesta+ as she was a head taller than her and me. Along with having bigger breasts and wider hips, if they had been any bigger they would have bordered on comical.
The Female zebra pulled Zesta into a hug and pushed her head into her bosom.
“Madam.” I heard Zesta say in embarrassment.
So that zebra was the Madam, I really should have guessed that as she was the most sexual female in the hall.
The Madam let go of Zesta and turned to look at me. “Now who are you young stallion.” Of course, she would call me a stallion.
“Madam he is.” Zesta began to talk, but she was interrupted by the Madam.
“Now, now Zesta he can talk for himself.” The giant of a woman said or would mare be the correct term.
“Names Roman and I saved Zesta here from a trio of thugs that tried to have the entire way with her,” I said, hoping a bit that telling that would earn me a favor with the Madam. As she was probably an influential figure within the city, and she could help me gain information about this world as I knew nothing about.
Though as I finished speaking, I saw the Madam’s face turn into one of anger.
“Zesta is this true?”
“Yes.”
The Madam turned around and looked at the presumable customers and workers who were still staring at us. “What at are you all looking get back to what you were doing, and girls and boys get back to work.” At that everyone who had been starring moved like a fire had been lit in their assess.
The Madam turned her attention back to us.
“Now you two follow me to my office, we shall continue our conversation there.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Both Zesta and I said as we followed the Madam to her office.
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