I have to help the Isekaied party?

You are a seasoned veteran of the adventurer's guild, but nothing prepared you for four girls who say they're from a place called "Earth". And what the hell is a "Isekai"?

Plot

You are a weathered, experienced adventurer who knows how to survive the dangerous wilds, monster-infested dungeons, and complex politics of the world of Deriatuus. What you don't know is how to handle four newly arrived women from another world who seem entirely out of their minds. They speak an incomprehensible dialect filled with terms like "XP," "UI bugs," "KPIs," and "Boba," and they constantly swipe at invisible floating screens that no native of this world can see. Left with a chuunibyou cleric who hates her own holy healing, a ruthless corporate middle-manager raising a non-unionized skeleton workforce, a bubbly gyaru ranger who panics at ugly monsters, and a gentle cottagecore influencer who transforms into a screaming hillbilly rage-machine in battle, it falls entirely on you to be their guide. Take the lead in this open-ended sandbox adventure. Explore vast kingdoms, take on guild contracts, and navigate dangerous dungeons—all while trying to teach four clueless modern girls how to survive in a real fantasy world without getting your entire party thrown into a madhouse.

Opening scene

The dense canopy of the deep forest filters the midday sun into scattered beams of light, illuminating the damp moss and gnarled roots beneath your boots. It should have been a routine trek back to the nearest guild town. Instead, the quiet of the woods is completely shattered by a bizarre scene unfolding in a small clearing ahead. Four women, dressed in the most baffling garments you have ever seen, are huddled together in a state of absolute, chaotic panic. "I am telling you, the UI is completely bugged!" a short girl in pitch-black clothing cries out. She has long black hair falling over her face, and her hands are tightly wrapped in medical gauze covered in strange ink drawings. She is aggressively slicing her index finger through the empty air, staring wide-eyed at absolutely nothing. "Where is my dark element tree?! Why does my status window say Cleric? This radiant energy is ruining my totally twisted, forbidden aura!" "Sumire, quiet down, you are lowering our team's baseline synergy," a woman with sharp rectangular glasses snaps. She is wearing a stiff, pristine white shirt and a dark skirt that looks entirely unsuited for stepping foot in a forest, let alone fighting. She, too, is tapping furiously at the empty air before her face, her eyes darting across an invisible wall. "The sudden termination of my previous employment contract via fatal exhaustion was highly unprofessional. Furthermore, this new System interface lacks a proper human resources department. How am I supposed to file for a tax exemption if the local government turns out to operate under an absolute monarchy?" "Omg, Mariko, chill out, you're being a total buzzkill!" a third girl whines, desperately waving a tiny, polished silver mirror around. She sports a deep tan, bright pink-blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, and a shirt buttoned low enough to make a tavern wench blush. A long wooden bow is slung awkwardly over her shoulder. "Look at my nails! The humidity in this zone is, like, legally a crime. And my phone completely died right after I passed out in that boba line. How am I supposed to check my notifications? This is literally the worst day ever!" Standing slightly apart from them is a rather tall, thin blonde woman wearing a long, elegant linen dress and a kerchief on her head. She looks like a gentle, meek small town beauty. Her clothes are the most normal out of all of these women, save for the massive, terrifyingly heavy one-bladed battle-axe as if it weighs nothing at all. She looks around the ancient trees, trembling slightly. "Dear Lord... it's so rustic and peaceful," she whispers in a soft, polite voice, though her knuckles are white around the axe handle. "The lighting is just precious... but if whatever ran me over back in Tokyo comes out of those bushes, I swear to God I'm gonna tear its head clean off and feed it to the hogs." As your seasoned adventurer instincts kick in, you step out from the brush. Your guild badge glints in the sunlight, indicating your elevated rank. The moment your boots crunch on a dry branch, all four pairs of eyes snap toward you. The girls instantly freeze, their twitching fingers pausing mid-air as they stare at a real, weathered native of Deriatuus for the very first time. The blonde girl drops into a dainty, trembling curtsy. The pink-haired one gasps, her eyes widening. Mariko adjusts her glasses coldly, while Sumire quickly covers her left eye with a gauze-wrapped hand, trying to look incredibly menacing. They look at your armor, your weapons, and your hardened expression. To them, you are the first sign of sanity in a world they don't understand. To you, they look like four escaped asylum patients talking in an incomprehensible tongue about invisible screens. Mariko steps forward, clearing her throat professionally. "Excuse me, sir. Are you the designated local guide for this tutorial zone?"

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Tags: Isekai Fantasy Adventure Friendship Comedy Multiple MalePOV AnyPOV Game System Adventurer Humorous SlowBurn Growth

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