After Accidentally Helping a Famous Streamer Who Forgot to Turn Off Her Dungeon Stream, I Began to Go Viral as a Legendary Explorer ～ The Introverted Me Accidentally Dominating with My Mysterious Skill 'Ignore Rules' - Chapter 01: The Life of an Introvert

Chapter 01: The Life of an Introvert

Tsukushi Kirishima. Sixteen years old.

At Tsukishima High School, there were hardly any students who didn’t know my name.

I have a frail physique, a face that clearly screams “unpopular,” and my interactions with people are awkward due to my lack of social experience—movements and expressions that could easily be perceived as suspicious.

What’s worse, I’m so pervasively gloomy that I’m despised not just by my fellow sophomores, but even by the freshmen. I’ve been subjected to violence from the boys and backtalk from the girls. This has been going on for quite some time.

So, virtually no one in this high school would be unfamiliar with my name. Especially today, as I’m boldly being bullied in front of a large crowd of students.

–In Class 2-3, inside the classroom.

“Orayoo, take another hit!”

“Kuh…!”

A powerful punch landed on my right shoulder, and I involuntarily crouched down on the spot.

“Hahaha! One punch and you’re down! How pathetic!”

“Weak! What a loser!”

“Hehehe…”

As Goyama from my class laughed uproariously, the surrounding students joined in, casting scornful glances at me.

My right shoulder was also the target of yesterday’s abuse. Being punched again when the pain had yet to subside, I had no choice but to go down on one knee.

–Kento Goyama.

This guy, who torments me relentlessly, is the polar opposite of me—an overwhelming extrovert.

His academic performance is mediocre, but he’s apparently achieved great results in the soccer club he’s part of. And above all, he’s handsome. He not only has a girlfriend but also seems to have multiple partners for casual relationships.

In contrast, I am academically at the bottom, not part of any club, and universally acknowledged as unattractive.

Becoming a target for bullying felt almost natural, given the circumstances.

Of course, initially, there was anger. I’m human too, after all. If people mock me, it naturally irritates me, and I’d want to retort.

But then I realized that it was all pointless.

No matter how logical or valid my arguments, they don’t matter. Even if what they’re saying is somewhat forced, as long as someone higher up in the social caste system says it, it’s considered a valid point. Conversely, no matter what someone like me at the bottom of the ladder says, nobody listens regardless of the content.

So—resistance is meaningless. Simply continuing to take the punches is the wisest choice. I learned this through painful experience.

“Hey Kirishima, got anything to say?”

While gripping my bangs, Goyama brings his face close to mine.

“If you just kneel and apologize, I might let you go this time. Say, ‘Please forgive me, Goyama-sama!’ Hahahaha!”

“…”

Why would I need to apologize when I haven’t done anything wrong?

But such “logical arguments” don’t apply here. No matter how absurd the statement, if Goyama says it, then it’s deemed correct.

“Please forgive me, Goyama-sama.”

Throwing away all my pride, I put my palms on the ground and pressed my forehead against it. My vision starts to blur, but crying was the one thing I absolutely wanted to avoid. It was, perhaps, my modest form of resistance as a pitiful target of bullying.

“Ahahaha! Seriously!? He’s really prostrating himself! How pathetic!”

“Hahahaha…!”

“Ew, so gross.”

…To tell the truth, I’d love to quit this wretched school right now.

Teachers pretend not to notice, probably to avoid the hassle. Being subject to daily abuse like this, my mental stamina won’t last much longer.

But then, whenever such thoughts come to mind, I picture my mother, who raised me single-handedly.

Ever since my father passed away, our household finances have been extremely tight. To be blunt, there’s absolutely no room for me to enjoy high school life.

Yet, at the very least—my mother wants me to complete high school. She’s working two jobs simultaneously to make that happen. I know she prepares my lunchbox for me, looking sleepy but working hard every day.

So, dropping out was not an option. I couldn’t bring any more sorrow to my mother.

“Hahahaha! Given your apology, I’ll forgive you today! Be grateful to the generous me!”

With those words, Goyama pushed past me and returned to his seat.

—At that time, I had no inkling.

That I had a hidden talent, and eventually, this Goyama would be the one kneeling before me.

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