Heroes From Other Worlds Who Don't Like To Fight

Chapter 65: The Summoning

My name is Ayanokyojin Souma at 20 years old and living as a samurai in general, there is one thing that I am obsessed with and that is getting stronger. I've lived my life with an even inhumane coach.

Since losing my family I have continued to forge all the things I have, I have practiced martial arts techniques of slashing even techniques that I created myself with my will.

One day as I was about to plunge into the battlefield I found myself in a room where a self-confessed goddess said to me while offering a different life in the world others.

She has a beautiful face but every time I see her shape will change, even when I think about the appearance of a Geisha she will imitate her.

"So this is what you like, not bad."

"Please don't play with the goddess."

"I'm not playing around, I just want to try to cheer up whoever I meet, if they want to see something more like naked I'll show it."

I can't guess what this goddess actually did, nor can I put what she looks like.

I decided to grow stronger so he agreed to my request and in an instant I had been in another world that clearly had a difference from my previous country, it has an architectural style in the European country with a perfect row of buildings that need not be questioned about how sturdy the building is.

I will be strong in my own way.

Right in front of my face the corpses were strewn about, blood coming out from the pieces of their bodies and how to say it was it was a scene like hell.

"Haha even heroes like you guys can't beat me, I'm the strongest I'm the demon lord."

It was a painful experience in my first world, my head was destroyed and I somehow returned to being in the territory of the goddess again.

"It's shocking that Souma was killed in the first world, are you okay?"

I clutched the goddess's collar with a face of pain.

"Calm down Souma, don't intend to haunt me okay!"

"How are they doing?" I shouted towards him, it was not something polite to do but my sense of worry could not be stopped.

In contrast to me the goddess had a much gloomier expression.

"You died protecting them and now what you've done brings more lives to die."

I let go of my hand limply while the goddess walked forward while crossing her arms and turned towards me. I don't know if the goddess in front of me is disappointed to see the exposure to me that just crumbled or grieved over the incident that happened to me.

I'm ready if he berate me or chooses to discard me but something he does is out of my mind he hugs me tightly and puts my face on his chest.

I'm sure he used a real form but I couldn't see him at all.

"Don't be like that, I'm not a cruel goddess who will do what you think.or honestly if you fail I will keep you alive, but if the dead I can't do anything else, you can give up and start living in one world in peace.. you want to be strong who is able to protect everyone that is valuable to you but honestly such a thing you would not be able to do."

"I will save them at least one world."