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Now the setting would be similar to most fantasy Isekai worlds. Money consists of Gold, silver, Bronze coins. Platinum coins are for the super rich.

Magic exists, Magical items exist. Levels exist.

There are dragons, goblins, the typical fantasy fair/ D&D/MMORPG feel but with a lot more twists

Summoned Heroes

When it comes to Summoned heroes things get different.

1. 'Heroes from another world' are treated above the standard people. As being summoned from another world gives them stupidly over powered abilities compared to the average citizen of Itsumo. The Elites show them favoritism.

2. Aside from obviously enhanced strength, speed, durability, and magic. They level up faster, have overall higher stats, and Summoned heroes also get some sort of Overpowered ability.

3. These over powered abilities or OPAs are ranked from S to E. Depending on that OPA, determines your lot as a 'Summoned Hero'

4. E's are the lowest. The skill is just slightly useful. Summoned heroes are still MUCH stronger than the average soldier. So these heroes are often brainwashed Coerced and put as soldiers on the front lines, or bodyguards of the elite. (Basically they are just glorified meat shields.)

4.5 There is nothing ranked lower than E. Those summoned ALWAYS have a OPA.

5. C and D Ranks are considered worlds more useful. These heroes depending on their abilities are thrown into a field where their skills can be utilized. These heroes are usually thrown a boon by the king and get funding. These heroes are the ones responsible for the innovations in technology (such as guns, refrigeration, etc). (Though in truth they have done a lot of f***ed experimentation)

6. A and B Rank are considered 'Heroes of the Kingdom'. Those heroes are the ones that you see going around and fighting demon hordes with ease. The ones you see with the harems (usually of whatever their fetish is). They basically have license to do WHATEVER they want, so long as the King doesn't intervene.

7. S Ranks. These summons are incredibly rare, but their skills are 100% broken. To put it in perspective. 1 S Rank hero could easily beat 10 A ranks without breaking a sweat. This is where the OPA's become near god like. Fortunately for some reason, only 7 S ranks can exist in the world at a time. Only when 1 dies can a new S rank otherworlder can appear. Currently the King has some of them watching over different parts of his kingdom. But all of them are considered Legendary.

8. (Little known fact that summoned heroes are often loners, losers, incels, neets, and other lesser freaks of society. Who else would willingly go to another world if their life is actually good?)

9. Some heroes do start out doing good... but power corrupts

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Religion:

The Religion of Itsumo in stated by King Tyran. Insists that there is a kind and loving goddess (Named Oveun Ativ) that blesses Itsumo with the heroes that appear. Basically making those from another world as 'Her blessed children'.

So often regular citizens range from worshiping them or at the very least respecting them. (Though this is simply a front, the average citizen HATES these arrogant s***s. Considering the awful stuff they put them through.)

The Church also has a monopoly on Hero summoning. The ritual that they use is as follows.

1. A young girl will be chosen once a year from every village. (basically not where the nobles live.) It was considered a great honor. (and if the town didnt comply the church would inform the king and that town would be burnt down and all of the young maidens there would be brain washed and taken anyway) A maiden will be trained in magic for several years until her 18th birthday. During this time she must not have relations with men, must not touch the blood of an animal, must read the sacred scriptures and serve the church without question. (Indoctrination)

2. According to the church, the Summoning ritual will then have the young Maiden perform the summoning magic in which if performed successfully, will summon the hero and she will take the form of a portal of light which summons him. After which she will ascend and become an angel that serves the goddess. (This is not true. Its a virgin sacrifice. Those girls are killed in a ritual. Its f***ed up what the s***)

3. If a maiden summons a B or A rank hero she is regarded as an example for others to follow. For she clearly followed the doctrine of the church. She was likely Heavily rewarded by the goddess.

4. If a Maiden summoned C or D rank, they are not discussed often except by friends and family.

5. Maidens that summon E ranked Heroes are considered disgraces. Maidens that clearly did not follow the teachings of the doctrine. Their names are stricken from the records.

6. Maidens that summoned an S Rank hero. Are written into the logs as Blessed by the goddess. They are treated like Saints and some worshiped like deities. Some doctrine claim that they serve at the hands of the goddess after achieving this.

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Economics

Summoned Heroes basically caused Economic collapse for adventurers.

Summoned heroes often hunt monsters and get rare drops, and often those with rare skills can get much more value than typical adventure guilds.

Merchants initially loved Heroes getting them rare drops but when many other worlders started selling so many Rare drops like they were common... it made rare items worth much less and drove value of such items and materials down dramatically. Newer merchants will rarely buy goods from adventurers because of this.

Blacksmiths and artificers initially also had it great. They now get access to powerful materials for cheap. Since their work is labor intensive the value of the item is much less impacted on the product. Though Other worlders with Craft skills have popped up and open businesses that have been driving other types of stores out of business since they can easily craft higher grade weapons for cheaper and faster thanks to OPAs.

The only real way to make money was in the service industry. With rare items and monsters easily hunted and sold for cheap, Restaurants, inns and Taverns have less of a thin margin. And with Otherworlders constantly moving about, the inns had constant customers. Many of these customers would throw money around and expect to be waited on hand and foot. Inns that had pretty women were often the most popular.

Brothels were very popular among Summoned heroes. Though the places that experienced the most traffic were the ones that had more ... unique characteristics. (Animal ears, pointed ears, Wings, horns.) Beast-kin were often very requested.

Societal Impacts

Women would often try to sleep with Summoned heroes. Children made with those of another world often had a chance of producing offspring with an OPA. Which meant that the kid could have a much better life.

The 'Trope' of offering the daughter for saving them was more of a way to ensure their Family had a better life. But in reality this just meant Summoned heroes often obtained harems. This resulted in declining birthrates as many summoned heroes didnt actually often marry humans. Most would simply keep the harem. Or if they did marry they would often sleep around.

Heroes that dismissed companions often left them as single mothers. Some would be lucky to remarry, but many were left single due to social stigma. The claim is that men felt insecure marrying women that have been with heroes, because how could they compare. (In reality it was more like they felt the woman had little self respect to be willing to partake in a relationship with a hero with a harem.) And the off chance the hero did comeback to the woman to find her married, the new husband was likely slaughtered. (This selfish mentality of treating women as things to be owned was disturbingly common in the summoned heroes mind)

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The Main Characters.

Oralee: A maiden that was raised in the church as long as she could remember. Her family had a lot of faith in the church and were honored that she was picked. She followed the doctrine to very high levels. Never ate meat, Never even made contact with another of the opposite sex. She dreamed of summoning an S Rank hero and bringing great honor to the goddess (As a recent S Rank passed away and hasnt been replaced yet). Though the night she along with her fellow maidens were supposed to summon heroes. The 'Hero Eater' arrived and started killing everyone.

Lien wakes up at nine o’clock, like usual. Or mostly usual, considering she doesn’t always have a clock to tell time. She has her phone, which works most of the time, but sometimes she doesn’t have it, and how many times does it take to establish something as usual or not?

She fumbles around to find her phone on her bedside table, lethargically patting along the wooden surface with her face still buried in her pillow, short hair spiking in every direction, and groans when her small hands manage to grab it.

She peels herself away from her comfortable nest of blankets and cushions, rubbing some of the gunk out of her eyes and squinting at the time. She knows it goes off at nine o’clock, it always does, but sometimes she slides in her sleep and time gets a bit weird.

The dog sharing her bed huffs out a groan, and she nudges it with her hand, her fingers sinking into soft speckled fur.

“It’s too early for your sass, Malachi,” she gripes, and he opens his maw to yawn at her. It’s very rude of him.

Sure that she has not, in fact, traveled worlds in her slumber, she unties the messenger bag from around her wrist, picks it up, and carries it with her to the shower.

It might seem weird to do so, but the items in that bag have saved her life more times than she can count, and she won’t risk sliding without it. Not since she was fifteen and started her period in a tiny village on the outskirts of Stone. Man, that had been a nightmare and a half.

Her shower lasts a total of ten minutes, and she immediately exits it, dries herself off, and gets dressed. Malachi deigns to grace her with his presence, and he jumps off the bed and trots to her side, nudging her hand with his nose.

“I know, I know. Breakfast,” she mumbles out.

Warm sunlight filters through her small two bedroom rental house, the birds outside chirping a charming melody as she makes her way through the short hall to the kitchen. The wood floors creak quietly underfoot, and she relishes in the groggy feeling of just waking up. It’s going to be a good day, she can just feel it.

She nabs some yogurt from her fridge, reminding herself to eat the chicken masala for lunch, before it goes bad. Food in hand, she whirls around to get some of the kibble out of the cabinet for her friend, who groans at the prospect before digging in.

Peeling her own meal open and beginning to tuck in, she readies the kettle for tea, sets the timer for it to go off even if she isn’t there, and then grabs a banana. One yogurt is not enough to abate her mighty hunger.

She flips open her laptop, and checks her buyer list. She mostly works as a supplier, obtaining weird bits and baubles and handing them over to a middle man so even if she isn’t here, it will ship.

Lien won’t lie and say it all comes from this world either. Her traveling provides a unique opportunity for her to grab things from that world and sell it in this one. Sure, it might seem strange to loot a body, and she hates touching them, but she’s been sliding into that chaos dimension for years. She’s dropped into battlefields and massacres, and seen some terrible things. She doesn’t even remember her first corpse. It was just a fact of life at this point.

Dead people didn’t need necklaces, crazy lookin scrolls, or tacky weapons like knives and throwing stars. They were dead.

She, however, could make her living by taking them and selling them.

Call her heartless if you want, but she has accepted long ago that she will do some messed up things.

Her kettle whistles, and the stove stops on it’s own. The payments went through, her rent is up to date, many satisfied reviews. Life is good.

She grabs some peach green tea, lets it steep, and puts in her headphones to do some work around the house. The floor could use some sweeping, and she hasn’t done laundry forever. Malachi takes her distraction as an opportunity to slip off into the back yard and answer the call of nature, but he comes back almost immediately and insists on remaining there. His paws and floof do not make sweeping any easier, but she is resigned to pet hair on all the things at this point. All of them.

Lien is halfway through loading the dryer when the corners of her vision start to drip and smudge, and that rushing sensation begins around her feet. She has maybe sixteen seconds to get ready, but that’s more than enough for a speed demon like her.

She drops her clothes, grabs her tea, and squats down in a starting position. Beside her, the mutt does the same.

The colors drip and swirl like paint on a canvas around her, melting into the weird kaleidoscope that is the in between place. There is a strange rushing sound, like rapids mixed with TV static, and she is propelled through whatever makes up multidimensional travel. She doesn’t know, and she doesn’t care.

Her foot touches down as the Japanese fever dream place asserts itself as reality. That strange buzz fills her ears, and she has enough time to notice that it is bright and that is all. Sight returns in increments, which is really annoying, but not unexpected.

Lien continues running, darting through the grass like a rocket, Malachi at her side. Together they are a lean, mean, quiet running machine.  They are gazelle, galloping across the grassland, a cheetah racing through the savannah, a tuna rocketing through the water. There is nothing but the steady slap of her bag on her side, and the sound of the wind in her ears.

Sometimes, when reality escapes her, this is all there is. The running, the beating of her hummingbird heart in her ears and the breathlessness that seems to last forever. It’s the churning motion of her legs on any surface, the desperate need to move. She was born to do this, to flee across the earth, between all worlds and none at all.

Maybe that’s why she and Malachi get along so well, because he’s no sight hound, but he’s definitely a sprinter. His paws barely brush the ground and he streaks across the land, ears laid flat and jaw wide open.

As one they turn, leaning into the curve, using inertia to help them along. It’s not because there is an obstacle, but because they can feel it like any other living thing, the sensation of being chased. They alter their path the same way a rabbit does, running erratically, twisting and zig-zagging on whims that seem to align with one another.

“Wait!” shouts a voice, but she doesn’t listen and neither does her dog. They wait for no one.