If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

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"Pfft! That feels so good! A Coke after a shower feels amazing!"

A refreshing coolness, a feeling of exhilaration.

Truman let out a satisfied sigh after downing his Coke. The icy-cold carbonated drink instantly dispelled his fatigue from the day; this was probably the so-called source of happiness for working people.

Gollum-

Truman hasn't eaten anything all day.

That guy Duster kept asking Truman to drink his bubble tea so much that he didn't even have time to eat.

In other words, Duster revealed his four one-handed sword skills after drinking, otherwise he would have to pay for the drinks to show Duster what American bullying meant by "I treated everyone to drinks, but there was one person I didn't treat. Guess who? It's you!"

Oh well, it doesn't matter.

After all, while fried frog legs are delicious, eating them every day would just make them feel greasy. The Adventurers' Guild's best-selling food isn't as tasty as you might imagine.

Truman thought for a moment, then crouched down and placed his hands on the ground. Immediately, a magic circle with intricate patterns unfolded and emitted a faint light.

"—Summon the Golem!"

As the Creator class activated the [Golem Creation] skill, a small golem about one meter tall slowly crawled out of the magic circle.

It looks very rudimentary, with blurry facial features and rough limbs. If Truman is considered a 4K original, then the Little Golem is a smooth 360P, and calling it a mosaic would be an understatement; it is undoubtedly a completely blocky person.

Although it doesn't have the ability to create nukes by hand like Steve the Block, but—

"Go and cook me two dishes!"

"—!"

Despite being an inanimate object, the little golem seemed to understand human speech, turning around with difficulty and limping unsteadily toward the kitchen.

Despite his seemingly useless appearance, the little golem learned to cook under Truman's patient and repeated instruction. He couldn't handle complicated instructions, but simple ones were no problem, which indirectly allowed him to experience the feeling of being served and treated like royalty.

Soon, the sounds of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen. It seemed that the little golem was cooking properly and the kitchen wouldn't explode. Feeling a little relieved, I looked at the door standing in the center of the room.

"Alright, what should I do next? My part-time job is over, it's time to head to a new other world..."

Truman.

An ordinary college graduate.

Aside from being slightly handsome, he doesn't have anything particularly outstanding about him.

The only thing worth mentioning is that he and a few friends developed a software during college, but after being advised by a "very kind and friendly uncle": "The water here is very deep, you can't handle it!" he wisely signed the agreement and cashed out.

So, while Truman lost the joy of striving, he also gained the distress of a cold, nine-figure sum in his bank account.

Yes, it's very distressing.

Normally, people with money would travel the world and enjoy life. However, thanks to the shady dealings of a certain expert who is very good at drawing candlestick charts, the entire "Northwest Shanxi" region has fallen into chaos.

Truman didn't want to be shot eighteen times in the back and commit suicide, thus losing his life in vain. He knew that living a life of leisure and waiting to die were two different things.

The most painful thing in life is dying before you've spent all your money. But a life that's always the same and monotonous can also be incredibly boring.

It was at this time that Truman acquired it.

—The Truman

Truman didn't know its real name, but just as it's common practice to name new species or planets after individuals, he shamelessly put the name on the door and claimed it as his own.

The door is plain on the outside, all white without any complicated patterns. Apart from the replaceable house number, it is no different from a bedroom door. It is one meter wide and two meters high, allowing larger people to pass through.

If it hadn't appeared out of nowhere in the living room right in front of Truman, he would have definitely thought it was just an ordinary bedroom door.

But no one could have predicted that.

This door leads to another world!

Truman knew this naturally when he grasped the doorknob, and he also understood that he could travel to different worlds by changing the door number.

It's a bit like the Anywhere Door from a certain Doraemon.

The difference is that one is pink and the other is pure white, and the latter has a 24-hour cooling time.

Furthermore, the door cannot be opened from the other side.

In other words, you can only pull, not push, and you will always face him when you summon him.

Incidentally, apart from Truman, no one else can see or touch this door. Perhaps because of this, it's impossible to bring anything in or out.

Only—

While he was thinking, the little golem patted his leg, indicating that dinner was ready.

"Oh, you've worked hard...tsk, it's scrambled eggs with tomatoes again."

Truman, sitting at the dining table, wore a look of disgust.

no way.

Making a golem with an intelligence lower than Aqua cook is already quite an achievement; we can't ask for more.

That's right, only magic.

More accurately, it's a skill.

Perhaps it's because when traveling between worlds, the changes only affect the person being traveled to. Truman doesn't understand the reason either; he's better at summarizing than developing, and when it comes to software development... cough cough, I can't say any more, after all, I signed an agreement.

However, he did not expect that the first world he would go to would be "Konosuba". It was only because it was a world where he could change jobs from the beginning that he was able to change jobs to a beginner... that is, the weakest adventurer.

It wasn't that Truman's stats were insufficient to advance to a stronger class; rather, he wanted to learn more skills and was doing it intentionally. Luna tried to dissuade him several times, though to no avail.

In order to learn skills from others, Truman offered to work for free at the guild as a porter and waiter, naturally with the aim of building good relationships with the adventurers who came and went.

Three months!

Three whole months!

Although it was really tough and tiring, it was all worth it. Truman learned a lot of skills from the adventurers he was close to.

Basic magic, golem creation, farsight, sniping, taunting, one-handed sword mastery, fist mastery, binding, purification, healing, lockpicking, enemy perception, forging, stealing, absorption touch... and so on.

These skills encompass almost all the basic skills of all professions, and the skill points required are enormous, causing many people to lament the extravagance and waste.

But Truman felt satisfied.

It started as a simple experiment to see if he could learn the skill and use it in the real world, but he soon became completely addicted. Well, what can you expect when you have so many skill points?

So let's go back to the original topic.

—To a new, otherworldly place.

What kind of world lies on the other side of the door? Will there be any dangers? Is it even suitable for survival?

Truman knew nothing of this, which is why he cultivated relationships with the adventurers in Konosuba and learned their skills in preparation for this.

You might wonder, if there's danger involved, why bother going through it?

The reason is simple.

Because reality is a trash game.

With the rules and objectives unclear, 83 billion players manipulate their pieces at will, and will be punished whether they win too much or lose too much.

There's no right to abstain, nor can you seek help from the sidelines. Saying too much will lead to exclusion, saying too little will also result in exclusion. Without attribute data, without even knowing the type, all you can do is wait and see.

however……

Truman didn't want to just coast along, so he decided to time travel!