My view on another world travel

This is just based of some of the Japanese light novels that i have read that seem to be popular there. Most of their characters are kidnapped in a summoning, but after seconds they agree to it.

This story followed the very typical world travel story line. The main hero was summoned to another world without his consent by a country who was threatened by an evil known as the demon lord. The hero, being kidnapped from his home was not like the other usual heroes’ who smiled and accepted to help the people who summoned him. He had family, friends, a future and a lover back at home. He did not want to be brought without reason to a world and to a fight that had nothing to do with him. He refused to help the country as he studied on a way to force himself home. As he studied he found that the only recorded way to go back home was stored in the treasury of the demon lord, the objective of the hero and his purpose in this world. With his objective found and reason to fight he trained. He trained and fought. With his mind made up on going home he forced any unnecessary thoughts as he killed whoever stood in his way, whether they are human or demon he killed them with a swing of his sword. With his strength gifted by the goddess that ruled over humans he continued to fight with his unwavering conviction. His bloodstained sword carried neither justice nor righteousness. He fought in the most unfair way possible as long as he won. In the end anyone who saw him fight would neither call him a hero, nor a villain. He made companions, but they were not friends. They could never understand the hero who fought for his own desires which could not be call just or wrong. They were in the end fair. The hero fought without caring for those near him, it became a thing in which his companions would fight all enemies that the hero was not fighting in order to not be caught in his onslaught. Because in the end they were not friends nor were they people the hero considered companions, only extras. 2 years went by and after what could be considered a mountain of corpses comparable to Mount Everest the hero had stepped into the throne room of the demon lord. The hero had never wasted a moment of these past 2 years. With every moment spent learning anything and everything he could that would aid him in his goal of returning home. With his goal so close the hero did not hold back one bit, with the so called ‘companions’ becoming a peanut gallery the hero one-sidedly vaporized the demon lord. With his defeat a certain the hero ran to his treasury, feeling his 2 years covered in blood finally ending and being able to reunite with everything he had in his old world he scrambled. In the treasury he found a small box in the center. Opening it he found a parchment. It said ‘To the Hero, if you are reading this you must have already defeated me. It was inevitable that I was going to lose, thus I hold no grudge. But know this, from my predecessor I learnt that all heroes come with the belief that the way to return back to their world is in this treasury. I will tell you at once that there is no method in the demon country. But I will also tell you something else. You may not believe me but remember these words at least. The humans know the way, but they will not tell. The humans needed you to find a reason to eliminate us. The only person with the power to send you back is talk with the goddess that summoned you. With the power to summon you obviously she would have the power to send you back. But the only way to contact her is through her believers which are the humans that you first meet when summoned. Only they can give you the ability to talk with her. But know this, even if you meet her there is no guarantee that she will comply. That is where I want to help you. You might have realized, maybe you didn’t, but I was weakened during our fight. I was maybe as strong as a demon general. But I would still not be able to beat an ancient dragon. The reason is in this box. Once you close it can recite the incantation below it will reveal to you a weapon. This weapon is blessed with the power of the god that the demons serve. With this you can threaten the goddess to send you back. But for this weapon I want you to promise you will kill her. If you do then our god can devour her powers and send you home. The weapon will only appear once your blood is placed on the box as an oath. If broken you will die, that is pretty much all you need to know. I hope my death can at least help my people and my god’ with all that said the hero did not hesitate. He knew the humans were lying to him to begin with and was not angry about this, but the only answers he would receive would be in here. With that assumption correct he would not hesitate to follow through with what was said if it meant he was going home. Even if it was a lie the majority of the content was believable. Only the goddess whose power was used to summon the hero could send him back. The hero placed the paper back in the box. Placing his blood on the closed box he said the chant. Opening it he found a black subspace which he was used to using on his adventure, similar to his ‘item box’ like in games. He placed his hand inside and grabbed what seemed to be a handle. Pulling a sword that seemed to embody the word ‘murderous’ and ‘vile’. Behind the hero were the companions who were not as fast as the hero. They had finally caught up to the hero, upon seeing him with the sword that they could not explain except ‘demonic’ they knew that he was not someone they could call a companion. They attacked the hero without warning once they thought of him as a threat. Since their journey together they never got close the bonds they shared was close to non-existent. The hero already suspected it. Once his use was over he would be discarded. That’s how the world worked here. The people he spent 2 years together with, the hero cut them down without hesitation. They were not even comparable to an ant in front of his strength. With his resolution and motive in the beginning he strove for power, he continued to gain power without knowing the words ‘limit’ and ‘restraint’ and thus he piled all his strengths to be someone that could easily beat dragons with one swing. The companions that could rival those dragons fell as they were split in half before this hero. The last companion standing, he who faced many threats while standing tall and unwavering was shaking in fear in front of the hero, no, in front of this monster. He ran in the most undignified way as his face was covered in tears and snot. His vocabulary reverting that to a baby, he clumsily ran, but he already knew it was inevitable. There was no running from the hero who could essentially teleport. The only saving grace was that he did not feel pain as the hero crushed him with gravity magic. With the entire pest gone the hero teleported to the place he was summoned, the caste of the king and his head magician who did the ritual. With his appearance the people were in joy, the king joyfully told his retainers and maids to convey the news. In minutes the news had already spread to the whole capital. The king came close to the hero, but as he got closer the hero placed his sword on his throat. The noise that bustled through the castle silenced like it was all a dream. It would be a waste of breath to threaten them, thus the hero hypnotized all the people present. Only the head magician was unaffected with his high magic defense. But even so this did not hinder the hero. He only placed his hand on his head. Without warning he began to steal all the information the head magician knew. This was something he learnt after defeating the leader of a crime organization for his role as a hero. With his knowledge copied the hero initiated the goddess ritual. It would usually take the amount of hundreds of magicians to initiate and with the estimated time of months. But for the hero it didn’t even take minutes. Within seconds he opened a portal in front of him. Stepping through he found himself in a white room, exactly like the one he was in 2 years ago when he first met her. If there was a word to describe her it would be ‘goddess’. She only smiled as she saw the hero walk in. With a congratulating and welcoming she avoided the topic of sending the hero back, but the hero brought the topic back up. This brought a contorted face on the goddess as her anger was at her peak. She was used to being praised and respected, with the arrogance and rudeness of the hero she flared. But the hero would show no respect for the reason he was kidnapped, the reason he had to fight for 2 years. Bringing the demonic sword out from his item box he cut all the attacks the goddess brought forth. The goddess, witnessing the sword was struck with fear. As a god she is immortal, but they can be consumed by other gods, as long as the power was equal neither could eat the other. But at the point in which one of them weakens the other will strike. Her face mixed with fear and anger brought forth every myth class spell that was ever known. Usually the hero would be wary of such an attack, but in his hand was the power comparable to god. With a swing of the demonic sword all the attacks vanished. With nothing else to use the goddess cowered. It was quite obvious that she had never really fought anyone before. As a goddess she always had others fight in her stead. Without wasting another second the hero stabbed her. Listening to her agonizing cries and apologies the hero continued to stab her. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t slightly enjoy it. Venting the little bit of anger at her that had piled up in these 2 years for kidnapping him. With her voice dying down and her body stopping from struggling she fell. Her face was quite the sight from her usual beautiful smile to one comparable to that of the last companion, or in the hero’s opinion, worse as she had never felt pain in her life thus her resistance to it was non-existent. After the body had become limp darkness erupted from the white room. From the darkness came another woman, while the goddess had the looks of a European beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes the one that came from the darkness was that of an Asian beauty with long black hear and eyes. In summary the woman that arrived introduced herself as the god the demons worship. With the pact complete the god of the demons would absorb the goddess and send the hero back home. Though that was the deal in the next moment the hero stabbed the god of demons. With her eyes wide in surprise she yelled and screamed at the hero. That relating to betraying her and how he was evil incarnate, though they didn’t affect him. The hero stopped trusting those of this world a long time ago. To be exact he never really trusted them in the first place. Using them and pretending to be used, he used every method he could. This was no different. Though the demonic sword had power from the god of demons it would technically not be able to harm her. But that was only if the power was from her. After murdering the goddess the hero had used his ability similar to taking ones memories and leeched off the energy from the goddess. As a human his body would not hold it, but placing it in a sword which could house the energy of the god of demons meant it had no trouble containing the new energy. With the goddesses energy as well as she own the mix created something only describable by one word ‘chaos’. It was a result of rejection that created outbursts of energy and total destruction and unimaginable power, it could only be called chaos. And the hero used this chaos to kill the god of demons. The hero had no grudge against the god of demons thus ended her life without bringing to much pain, but before he killed her he took a peek into her memories. There he found her original goal. To use the added power of the goddess and restrain the hero and make the hero her slave and rule the world, knowing her original plan made his slight feeling of guilt become nothing as he finished her off. With both the powers of two gods in his hands the hero finally found the method, the method to returning home. Using the powers of god he opening the last portal he would ever need to go through. The portal to return to earth. For the first time in 2 years the hero finally smiled, he had finally shed tears as he left the world behind.

With the demon lord’s death and the king of humans being in a coma from his hypnotism the social hierarchy and social order of both races crumbled as there was no leader. New rulers took over and since the death of their gods the races had no one to guide them to make their choices. Thus their governments were filled with corruption and war hungry idiots took over as all the knowledgeable leaders were unable to voice themselves without the support and backing of their rulers and gods. With the war hungry leaders taking charge of the races they found excuses to fight as each blamed each other for everything that the hero caused. The future in which peace was achieved was never realized in this world as war against these two races never ended for centuries. The hero knew this was how it was going to end, but even so it did not matter to him. He left without a feeling of guilt in his heart as the world that he was meant to save was brought to more ruin from his coming. Without the goddess the humans could never again perform the hero summoning, this was also something the hero took into account. In the end the hero was cursed, not just by the demons but to the humans who believed they were abandoned. the legend of the hero would be passed down as a horror story to the later generations to come.

Author's Note

Flame me if you want, i only made this in response to all those other world web novels I see and it's really only focused on those that understand what it means.