Allow me to start of with this.

HOW ON EARTH DOES A SHUT-IN END UP IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONTINENT THE VERY NEXT DAY?!?

Honestly, I had gone to sleep after eating bacon with extra cheese stuffed crust pizza, that soda and chips, that according to the internet, "is what stereotypical gamers eat and drink".

What overtly cliché plotline is this? I bet people are reading my thoughts, too.

If you end up knowing too much, I'm coming after you next.

Well, I have my magical weapon arsenal with me, so I'm good.

Walking for some time, the sun is shining above through the leaves of the sycamores, the thuds of my shoes on the dirt... don't ask, I was too lazy to take off anything and I was on the couch anyways... all of a sudden, I feel that someone's been hiding... no... 4... 7... 19 people.

"Hey, who's there? Show yourself, there's no use in hiding, I know where you are," I say.

No response.

I grab a bunch of rocks and threw at the tree one of them was hiding behind, using magic to amplify the rocks' speed to hurricane wind speeds. One of them leaped away from the cover. I could easily see by height to width ratio that she is female.

"You're pretty smart, aren't you?" The woman says.

"I know that you aren't alone," I reply.

Her buddies then walk out cover and I see that I clearly am surrounded. Quickly, I take out a magic pistol and fire it right into her shoulder, to which it burst, blowing her arm off.

"Looks like you and your buddies are werewolves."

"How did you know?" she replies, really mad according to her tone of voice.

"You all smell like gray wolves. That and because the bullet I shot will explode when in the presence of purebred werewolf blood."

"And from what you did, you're our target."

The werewolves began to transform, but that didn't bother me. Taking out a folding chair to sit on and opened a book.

After their unified roaring, I say, "you all done with that?"

"Hmph, don't get cocky!" The werewolf says, signaling all to charge.

"Whatever," I reply.

Just before they were close to me, I quickly teleported myself away and left a present for them.

A loud explosion breaks the silence.

"Well, time to loot... I guess."

-a few hours later-

Good thing my grand arsenal also doubles as storage, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bring my infinite messenger bag in an emergency.

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[Item info]
Item name: Infinite Bag
Effect: Allows carrier to store any number of items, no matter how large or wide.
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After climbing to the top of a tree, I notice a large plume of smoke.

There's no way in hell it isn't a campfire... too large to be a bonfire either... If I let it be, the fire might get out of hand... might as well investigate.

"Hey... what the hell?" I say.

You know what? I should start talking in first person. Seriously, this is probably freaking people out. It's like I'm giving a witness testimony or something.

The village was burning, dead bodies littering the ground. Keratin, typically found in toenails and fingernails, on fire makes a horrible smell... the world's worst scented candle, I assure you.

"Hey is anyone alive?!" I call out, hoping anyone would hear and reply.

Everywhere I looked, searching for someone - anyone at all - who might be alive.

"Hey, there's another survivor!" Someone calls out.

"Ah, just kill 'em, doesn't matter how."

Just. What. I. Needed. Well, the culprits are found, time for me to at least avenge the poor souls.

Reaching my hand in front of me, I summon forth "Ysmirael", my frost blade.

"Hey, show yourself and you'll go out faster!" I yell out.

"Hey, shouldn't you be freaking out, kid?"

Now that I think about it, I've been calmer than usual. My heart rate is as normal as it could be, and my body isn't shaking.

"I've seen worse, I guess."

Any one of my opponents would say I'm bone chillingly calm and collected, my bloodlust nonexistent. It wasn't long before my opponent died.

"Hey, peekaboo, where are you?" I call.

"Seems like you ain't no novice, I've been wantin' a sorta challenge," the other figure says.

A rather hulking figure, the enemy was super muscular and carrying around a massive blade.

I repeat, "was". When my opponent swung his sword, I pulled out another blade to create a vibration leading right into the opponent's body, quickly creating a paralyzing affect.

"Should've seen it coming," I say, moving the bodies aside.

"... hello?" a voice calls.

Looks like there is a survivor after all.

"Yo! Where are you? I swear on my pride I won't hurt you! Just please come on out! The enemies are gone now!" I yell in reply.

Striking up a conversation, my skill at finding survivors managed to not fail me again. What I came across wasn't what I expected - a kitsune girl in a cage.

I can hear the stereotypical feminist hate right now... "oh now he's sexualizing women as weak and frail creatures incapable of strength... blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah." Well this is real, (A/N: according to this character) okay?

"Hey, are you alright? Did you inhale anything bad?" I ask with worry in my voice.

"I don't... think so..." she says falling forwards.

Thankfully, I managed to catch her in time. (A/N: He gave her them good ol roofies... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) jk she just passed out) Managing to safely bring her back to full health, I used my magic to stop the flames from getting out of control and bury the village in dirt. When she finally regained her senses, I handed her a copy of a map of back when I drew it in the air, gave her some of my clothes, and supplies. I was ready to leave until I felt her delicate hands firmly hold on to my shirt.

"I-is it okay if I travel with you? I-I'm pretty good at regular household duties and magic... i-if you'll let me join you..." she says in the same gentle voice.

"You can join me on my journey, I don't mind having a companion," I reply.

"Y-your face is red, by the way..."

Eh? Me? I'm blushing? What is this warm feeling anyways? I thought I was so calm...

"Let's just start going on the journey... do happen to know what this world is?" I ask.

"You're not from this world? Well, welcome to Elsewrym! What's your name, you haven't told me it yet."

"My name is Alex Maxwell Vaerin. What's your name?"

"I'm Alicia Mashiro Valentine."

"I'll call you Mavis."

"Eh? Where'd you get that from?"

"Nowhere."

"Well, looks like we've got a whole world to explore, master!"

"Master?"

"You don't like it?"

"Well... don't call me that around others."

"Got it."

-----Authors Note-----

Sorry if it seems a bit rushed!