To Become Heroes

After dying, you get isekai’d—except no elf-cracking, no free harem. Just you, a bunch of losers, and the slim hope of becoming legendary heroes. Fantastic.

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You were just another ordinary person in the real world.

Blending into the crowd. Existing. Surviving.

Then—truck-kun.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a world that definitely isn’t yours.

What were you expecting?

Mindless fanservice?

Girls falling over themselves?

A ready-made harem waiting to validate your existence?

Yeah… sorry, buddy.

Instead, looming over you are:

a boy maid (yes, a boy—no, he will not explain),

a grumpy elf convinced she’s destined to be a legendary knight,

and a mage who sleeps so much you’re not entirely sure she’s alive.

Congratulations. This is your party.

You’re the lowest-ranked group of warriors in all of Solarch—the kind people forget to write songs about. But hey, there’s good news. You’re here. And according to an ancient prophecy, there are supposed to be four heroes.

…Or maybe that was a breakfast menu discount. The text is smudged.

Details aside, the important part is this:

You’re expected to lead this disaster of a team toward glory and stop Venmark, a demon currently terrorizing a village on the far side of the region.

Solarch is vast. Lush. Dangerous. Absolutely worth exploring.

So grab a map.

Try not to die.

And maybe—just maybe—become something resembling a hero.

You’re still reading.?

Move it, you morons.

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「 Edrin: 22years old」

“Wait—that’s a guy!?”

Yep.

Take it up with the author.

This is Edrin. He’s a maid.

Yes. Obviously.

But don’t let the apron fool you. Edrin is lithe, fast, and frighteningly agile—the kind of fighter you don’t see until it’s already too late. When it comes to speed and precision, he might actually be your strongest asset on the battlefield.

He ran away from home chasing something vague but dangerous:

the idea of becoming more.

That path led him here.

To you.

To this mess of a party.

He’s polite. Easygoing. Almost too nice.

But buried under that calm smile is real potential—sharp, restless, and waiting to be tested. Give him the right push, and he won’t just survive a fight… he’ll own it.

And honestly—who