Don't force me to use my right fist.

Don't Force Me to Use My Right Punch Author: Tindalos the Rabbit Hunter

“In Tokyo, it’s normal that every master who deals with strange things has their own strengths and weaknesses.”

"And what about you, Master Zuo?"

"Me? I know a little bit of everything."

Zuoyou, who had just returned from the Minecraft world, hesitated for a moment before raising his right fist in front of him.

"I'm learning from Steve, please teach me."

Chapter 1 Where's your horse?

"An unfamiliar ceiling."

Saya, who had just woken up in bed, wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, which were still throbbing slightly. The feeling was almost as bad as the nausea buff.

He failed.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Sawa struggled for a moment, his body bound by pure black chains, before realizing that he was tied up to an operating table, surrounded by three men dressed as doctors.

If it weren't for the status bar and inventory still being there at the bottom of his field of vision, Zuoyou might have thought that what he had experienced was just a dream.

Achievement Completed: [Ended]

Saya breathed a sigh of relief when he lowered his head slightly and saw a line of small text flashing across the lower right corner of his vision.

Hmm, it seems that it really did end in that world that I accidentally traveled into.

Sawa, who was almost driven mad by the loneliness of that world, finally remembered why he was here.

So, after completing the main storyline, I was indeed able to escape from that world where even the moon and sun were square?

"you're awake?"

Three figures dressed like doctors appeared above Saya's field of vision, obscuring the unfamiliar ceiling above his head.

Sawa was terrified that they would follow up with, "The surgery was a success, and you're a girl now."

After all, the game system on him really doesn't have much pain, and in the current situation, he can't see his lower body either.

"It seems the surgery was a success. The anomaly is indeed still alive. We can put the autopsy on hold for now."

Even through the pumpkin head on Sōyū's head, one could sense the genuine panic in his eyes. One of the men, with silver hair and a cold gaze, spoke to the other two.

Very good, it seems I woke up at just the right time.

Sōyū's lips twitched, suppressing the urge to switch to the Sharpness 5 Diamond Sword in his inventory.

If I had woken up any later, I would have been dissected alive, right?

Nazayu felt that the only possible outcome was a spectacular explosion of tiny paper scraps.

Perhaps someone could even post a message like "Sayu was dismembered by XXX" in the empty upper right corner.

At least with the system's support, there won't be any bloody scenes, which is great news.

"I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

After holding it in for a while, Zuoyou finally spoke up, somewhat awkwardly.

Based on the analysis of what that person just said, this world with these strange, unknown things is definitely not the world I originally lived in.

The writing on the signs on the chests of these three people didn't look like Chinese.

After glancing at the language automatically switched to by the system in the upper right corner, which was set to Japanese by default, Saya sighed silently.

That's great! At my age, I should still be able to go to high school. Even if I'm just a couple of years older, I can still catch the last train to become a regular high school student in Japan.

He could only console himself with this thought, finding joy in his misery, but at least there were other people around, right? Unlike in Minecraft, where the whole world consisted of only himself and those big-nosed villagers who couldn't resist the sight of emeralds.

However, Sōyu clearly underestimated the shock his words would have on these people.

"Damn it, is it some kind of communication-enabled anomaly? Monitoring room, keep a close eye on the flow of magic around us. If anything seems off, notify us immediately. It's very likely that the other party has some kind of curse-like spell effect."

The three of them immediately left Sōyū's sight, as if he were some kind of bad luck.

"That's going too far. What bad intentions could I, an ordinary pumpkin head, possibly have?"

If his hands and feet hadn't been bound to the bed by something, Sawa would have definitely jumped up and given those three middle fingers as a sign of respect.

No matter what, he's just a new transmigrator. Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss about protecting him?

Even curses have appeared; it seems this world isn't as gentle as we imagined.

Is it too late to go back and collect blocks now?

"Go explain that to the library that was destroyed by the shockwave when you appeared. Now, what you need to do is tell us your identity."

One of the silver-haired men, wearing a mask, narrowed his eyes and slowly approached the still-bound Zuoyou. After noticing that he did not suddenly attack, he spoke slowly.

"..."

"I killed someone?"

Saga, who was somewhat bewildered by the person's answer, remained silent for a while before swallowing and tentatively shrinking his neck to ask.

Honestly, he was someone who didn't even dare to lay a hand on those big-nosed villagers who were always pestering him to buy his pumpkin with emeralds. And now he's suddenly being told that he's become some kind of terrorist who blew up an entire library.

Sawa couldn't accept it.

"You should be glad that library hasn't opened yet, otherwise you'd be sitting in a culture medium right now, instead of being able to communicate with us like this."

The silver-haired man, who had also become somewhat interested in Saya's reaction, gestured for the remaining two to come closer. After surrounding Saya again, he spoke.

"Phew, that's good. I don't want to be labeled a murderer right from the start."

Sōyū breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he considered himself a harmless, model youth. He could handle fighting off creepers and other monsters, but he didn't have the courage to take on the responsibility of human lives.

When did the time travel become so commotion? And why was it accompanied by an explosion?

"This is the first time I've ever seen a weirdo who doesn't want to kill."

"I need to clarify that I am not a weirdo."

Sōyū immediately retorted. He was a genuine, upright human, a young man in his prime, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper.

"Humph……"

With a cold snort, the silver-haired man, clearly harboring some prejudice against the supernatural, squinted at Saya.

A suit of armor shimmering with a strange, light blue glow covered his entire body. The researchers had tried everything, but they couldn't remove it from him.

Also impossible to remove was the even more bizarre pumpkin head on his head. Looking through its hollowed-out eyes, all that could be seen was deep darkness, and it was empty, as if there was no head inside.

If this isn't bizarre, do you really think he, the head of the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Office, is just sitting around doing nothing?

With just a little reasoning, Saga's identity is pretty much obvious.

With such a distinctive outfit, and considering that the strange creatures are mostly derived from the images of monsters in various myths, legends, or local tales, the silver-haired man was already seventy percent confident.

"Enough with the nonsense. Now that you're awake, it's convenient to answer my questions."

Ignoring Saya's movements as he twisted and turned on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, the silver-haired man picked up a small scalpel from the tool cabinet next to him and said something to him.

Sōyū knew in his heart that if he refused now, judging from this guy's eyes, the knife might fall on him in the next second.

Although the Diamond Set with Protection 4 shouldn't be able to break through this thing, even if it loses durability, it's not something Zuoyou wants to see.

After all, in the normal world, there shouldn't be a concept of an eleven-layer diamond mine, right?

In other words, the equipment we have now can't be repaired for the time being if it breaks.

"Just ask, don't bring that dangerous stuff. Let's talk this out."

Sōyū wasn't really threatened by the person in front of him, but considering that he was new to the place and didn't know much about this world, exchanging information with him didn't seem like a bad idea.

At least this guy looks like a tough leader, otherwise the other two wouldn't be so subservient to him.

"Great, your cooperation is a good thing for us all."

"Then tell me first, where is your horse?"

"...?"

"Hey, where's your horse?"

The silver-haired man repeated his question to Saya word by word, looking coldly at the pumpkin-headed monster in front of him. Now that things have come to this, does it still want to hide it?

Zuo You was dumbfounded by the question. So, he had transmigrated to the Zaun region? And the first thing he did was to greet the target's family members?

"...There must be some misunderstanding between you and me."

Saya ultimately chose to refuse to answer the question. At this point, he had no answer and it was absolutely impossible for him to say it.

"Brother, I knew this guy wouldn't behave. Let's just shoot him and start the autopsy. Why waste words talking to this weirdo?"

The square-faced man who had been watching from the sidelines finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached into his pocket, making a gesture as if he was about to draw a gun.

"Let me ask you one more time, where is your horse? If you continue to hide it now, it won't do you any good."

The silver-haired man shook his head, not stopping his companion's actions, but instead took out a photograph from his pocket and waved it in front of Saya.

Is this you?

Completely bewildered, Saya took a closer look and exclaimed, "Good heavens, who doesn't recognize this guy?"

With a pumpkin head emitting orange flames, a medieval retro armor, and a handsome skeletal horse, isn't this the headless knight who could get a new Halloween skin in a game?

I vaguely remember that it seems to be a monster from Irish mythology.

However, even so, it shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?

"This is not me."

Zuoyou shook his head firmly. He couldn't just assign him such an identity because he also had a pumpkin head. He wouldn't take the blame for that.

"Then take another look."

With a blank expression, the silver-haired man picked up a mirror from the tool cabinet beside him and held it up in front of Saya's face.

"..."