Last updated: Jan 17, 2026, 11:05 p.m.
View Original Source →"So... sleepy."
It was the day after I’d cleared the dungeon. I woke up around noon, and while I was still fighting off the lingering urge to drift back into oblivion, I tried to roll out of bed—only to realize someone was clinging to me.
School starts tomorrow... I really need to fix my sleep schedule.
I muttered the words to force my brain into gear, still half-dead to the world. After blinking a few times, I tried to kick off the covers, and that was when the weight registered.
There was something on top of me besides the comforter. It was leaning against my chest, a light but firm weight, gripping me so tightly it refused to let go. A faint, sweet scent wafted toward me, accompanied by a strangely cool sensation. I already had a pretty good idea of who it was, but I lifted the blanket to confirm my suspicions anyway.
Curled up there, breathing softly in her sleep, was Luna in her human form.
She was usually the reliable, level-headed type, so I doubted she’d come in here on purpose. She’d probably just wandered in while half-asleep.
"Wait, did I leave her summoned?" I muttered.
This was a problem. I was confident I could slip away without waking her, but her tail was currently serving as a top-tier pillow. It was cool, soft, and honestly, leaving felt like a crime. It was a sweltering June day; letting go of a natural cooling pillow like this would be the act of a total moron.
"No... stop it, me. Get a grip."
I wasn't making excuses to anyone in particular, but I whispered the reprimand to myself anyway.
The more I assessed the situation, the more I realized how bad this was. She had me in a literal death grip. I’d claimed to be confident about slipping away, but Luna’s strength was several magnitudes higher than I’d anticipated.
The sweet fragrance and the soft sensation were making me flush, but if anyone saw this, I was finished. If my family in this world caught us like this, it would be a total disaster.
"Hehe... Master... so warm..."
Give me a break. Her destructive power is off the charts.
What was with this girl? She was completely defenseless.
As I writhed in internal agony, Luna stirred slightly, rubbing her face against my chest. Then, to make matters worse, her "twin hills"—which possessed a very real amount of mass—pressed firmly against me with a soft, squishy sensation. I tried my best not to think of my Summoned Beasts in that way, but this was crossing a line.
"...Sorry, Luna. Return."
My movements from that point on were lightning-fast.
I decided she was effectively trying to kill me. I activated [Enhancement Magic], bolted out of the bed at full speed, and immediately canceled her summons the moment I was clear.
I spent the next while practicing mental discipline to calm my thumping heart while I whipped up lunch for the family.
"Different world, same habits... I still end up checking social media, don't I?"
I had some downtime after finishing the meal prep. Back in my old world, patrolling the Sea of the Net had been a bit of a habit. Some days you just have an itch to see what’s happening, and checking the trends is always the easiest way to kill time. Or so I thought.
Japan Trends
"Wait, what?"
A list of words that were far too familiar for comfort stared back at me. I felt a pit form in my stomach.
...Wait, seriously?
I stared at the screen, my brain stalling for several seconds. I tried to stay calm as I clicked the top trend, only to find a clipped video of me and Luna fighting.
"Oh, you're up, Reima. Did you make lunch again? ...Wait, Reima, are you okay?"
"Ah, no... Mom, what's the deal with these Tsumitter trends?"
In my state of pure confusion, I reflexively showed the screen to my mother, who shouldn't have known anything about this stuff.
"That? Apparently, some incredible Adventurer showed up in a dungeon. I looked into it a bit... he looked really strong. But you know, his voice sounded a little familiar."
"Surprising, isn't it?" she continued.
I was stunned by how much she knew, but I couldn't face reality yet. I scrolled down the trends in a desperate attempt at escapism, only to find that ranks six through ten were also entirely about me. After lunch, I retreated to my room to do some proper digging.
"The internet is terrifying..."
I checked DanTube, and it was the same story. Clips of me were everywhere.
Thanks to the Perception-Blocking Black Robe, my identity hadn't been leaked, but the view counts were astronomical. There were even articles dedicated to "deep-dive" theories about who I was.
"I really should have come up with a better name for myself..."
Looking back, "Passerby Black Robe" was incredibly lame. To make matters worse, every little reaction I’d had was being picked apart in these clips. It was a total "dark history" moment.
Watching the footage, I saw myself making plenty of stupid mistakes. I was ignorant of how things worked, and I’d basically broadcasted that ignorance to the world. My vocabulary sounded weirdly off, too.
...Is that really how I look to other people?
Feeling thoroughly depressed, I made a silent vow never to appear on the internet again. I spent the rest of the day hiding from reality by burying my nose in the world-specific textbooks that had arrived yesterday.
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