Another World’s Highest Guild Leader ~I’m the weakest in the guild, but I can’t quit the guild because of the heavy love of all the guild members~

I, Crow, am a victim of bullying.

“You are so ugly.”

Even though I was quietly sitting in a corner of the classroom, trying not to draw attention, they would deliberately approach me.

“How can someone be this ugly?”

“Hey, his mom’s pretty.”

“Eh, so the child’s the dud? That’s hilarious.”

Again today, I’m the butt of their jokes.

But I can’t retort.

Because I genuinely am ugly.

My eyebrows and eyes are further apart than average, my eyes are monolid without tear bags, and my skin is rough. There’s no hint of any aura that could make me popular.

However, as they keep saying it, I’ve grown a resistance. Lately, I’ve even thought, if they can laugh at my face, then so be it.

Then, one day, I was run over by a truck and died.

“Welcome to my world.”

I awoke to a beautiful voice.

It was a pure white space. An endless stretch of white. In front of me stood a lovely woman dressed in white.

“I am Noah, the goddess of life and soul.”

“I am Crow.”

“I’m aware. Crow, you seem quite composed.”

“Well, I read light novels.”

“I see. This might be redundant, but it’s part of my duty, so bear with me. You died in an unfortunate accident. However, for those who die young, we usually recommend reincarnation into a world swirling with swords and magic… Would you like to be reincarnated?”

“Of course, I’d like that!”

“Understood. Please live your second life without regrets. And saying that, it’d be problematic if you died immediately again, so I’ve prepared a modest gift for you. I bestow upon you the ability of ——【Creation】.”

The gifts given by gods are usually cheat-like abilities.

“Thank you.”

“There’s also this ring… Would you like to hide that face?”

“You won’t change my face, will you?”

“The ability I give you will only ensure you don’t die. However, I pity you, so I’ll give you this stylish mask as a bonus.”

I am indirectly called ugly.

The design is in black and it indeed looks cool.

“When you wear it, good things will surely happen.”

“Then, I’ll keep it on all the time.”

Immediately, I put on the mask that hides my eyes.

“Now, I will perform the reincarnation ceremony. All you need to do is close your eyes.”

Following her instruction, I closed my eyes.

I hear the goddess chanting something.

Gradually, my consciousness fades, and I’m in another world when I wake up next.

“Wow, this is another world…!”

I find myself in a town.

The people passing by wear different clothes and carry weapons on their waists.

When you reincarnate, you imagine leading a blissful life, building a harem, and being unrivaled in another world.

“Cough!?!”

“Hey, hey, he’s weak.”

“He’s just all show.”

Using my 【Creation】 ability, I had been defeating monsters left and right with the legendary weapon 【Flame Sword】, even though I was a rookie.

However, things don’t go smoothly.

Perhaps they didn’t like that a newcomer suddenly came out of nowhere and stole the show.

I was dragged into an alley by two men and got beaten up.

“Or maybe he likes this weapon better?”

“Probably. He seems like he’s about to die from just three hits.”

One of them reaches for the sword attached to my waist. On instinct, I store the sword in another dimension.

“Hey! Where did you hide that weapon?!”

“Bring it out now!”

“I, I…”

Thud, thud, kick, kick.

I’m continuously kicked and verbally abused.

I curl into a fetal position and wait for it to end.

…So what if I can create legendary weapons? If I can’t wield them properly, they’re just wasted on me.

My weapon is potent. But without it, I am powerless.

I’m too unaccustomed to combat, and my movements are filled with openings. It’s to be expected. I had never been in a real fight in Japan.

That’s why I was beaten up like this before even drawing my sword.

“…Tch. Let’s go.”

“Yeah. Please don’t show up in front of us again. If you mess with us next time, we’ll kill you!”

“Hey, don’t scare him so much, he might cry.”

「Gyahahaha!!」

Even though they were the ones who picked a fight…

Such unfair lamentations are drowned out by their laughter.

After the men left, I put on the ring.

Instantly, a warm feeling envelops my body, and the pain and wounds that had been inflicted on me disappear.

Sigh…

But the events that transpired can’t be undone.

Even after that, I became a stress-relief punching bag for the frustrated guild members. Without the ring given by the goddess, I would’ve probably died.

Where’s this overpowered cheat ability?

Where’s the blissful harem?

What kind of otherworldly reincarnation is this?

Did I think that after reincarnating, I could build a happy harem and be unrivaled in another world?

Naive. Too naive…

Such success stories are just exceptions. There’s no guarantee that the usual template would always work.

I didn’t understand the difficulty of asserting oneself in another world.

I can’t do anything alone. First, I need to gather comrades.

Joining a guild might expose me to more bullying, and following someone else’s orders is out of the question.

“That’s it. I need to hand out weapons.”

I can create legendary weapons and distribute them to allies. That way, I’ll inevitably earn their gratitude.

Wouldn’t a guild where every member wields a weapon I crafted be cool?