ROLL OVER AND DIE: I Will Fight for an Ordinary Life with My Love and Cursed Sword!

What a joyous day, Flum Apricot, our hero.

By the Wheel of Origin, the divine creator,

you are the chosen one.

You need to wake up.

You're too weak to defeat the demon lord.

What now?

What comes next?

Pardon me.

How long have you been here?

I think it's been three days.

Oh.

Look at her eyes.

Still, she's in here with me, so she must be a slave, too.

I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.

Well, then I'm sure you've realized by now,

but each of you have proven to be no use to me as merchandise.

And so today, I'm disposing of you.

Now, that said, I've spent quite a pretty penny

on acquiring and feeding the lot of you with no recompense.

Therefore, I'd say the bare minimum

I could ask in return would be for you

to die in an entertaining way.

These here are ghouls.

They belong to the lowest rank of monster.

What a pitiable way for a lady to go.

If only you weren't so useless.

But I'll be nice and throw you a bone.

If you can kill these ghouls, I'll

put you back up on the market.

So hurry and try something, or they're gonna run out of meat

and decide you ought to be next.

But without a weapon to use, you don't have a chance.

That doesn't seem fair, huh?

But hold on there.

What is that?

Oh, man.

Look at that magnificent sword I left for you.

Well, not like any of you could actually

wield it properly because your stats are way too low.

My life's gonna change now!

What's going on?

Oh, did I forget to mention?

That sword has a deadly curse.

Anyone who touches it will melt and die on the spot.

I fell for it since it's an epic class weapon

and bought it like an idiot, an idiot

just like you, Flum Apricot.

Some hero that you are.

Every one of your stats is zero, you piece of garbage.

Garbage.

They're all zero?

Is this some joke?

You garbage.

What a joyous day, Flum Apricot, our hero.

By the Wheel of Origin, the divine creator,

you are the chosen one.

I never even wanted to leave my village.

Even on short walks, I'd get exhausted.

And I couldn't carry much.

Even my rare affinity reversal, I didn't know how to use it.

It locked my stats at zero.

I couldn't fight at all.

So why-- why was someone like me--

Why was someone like me chosen as a hero?

Her name is Cyrill Sweechka.

She was my age and also from the countryside,

so we hit it off fast.

But she was powerful, and I was not.

Wow.

All I could do was take care of our basics.

This is lovely.

So I did. Thank you.

You're the best.

You always know how to fix up the yummiest food.

This is the least we can do in return.

Until--

You need to wake up already.

You're too weak to defeat the demon lord.

Cyrill!

Are you positive about this, sir?

You really want to sell this pretty thing?

I have no use for her.

She's just garbage.

She has no lineage and no outstanding magical ability.

If she weren't standing in our way, then I'd sympathize.

But I feel as though I could be sick from the thought

that we share the same air.

Frankly, that I've put up with her as long as I have

is testament to my patience.

But, Jean!

I'm helping you, Flum.

I'm giving you a role that even someone as pathetic as you

will be able to fulfill.

What is that?

An iron used for branding people as slaves.

Heat!

No!

No!

Get away!

I don't want this.

That's too bad.

Are you blind to what a burden you've been to us?

Everyone in the party wants you gone.

That's not true.

Eterna and Gadhio like me.

They've been friendly.

And Cyrill and I--

No, they all agreed to this.

Cyrill was more excited about this idea than anyone else.

She was overjoyed at the thought of never seeing

your useless face again.

You're nothing but garbage, aren't you?

And this is what garbage like you deserves.

Please, stop it. No!

Oh, no!

Stop it!

Now accept your just desserts.

If only I hadn't left the village,

maybe then, I could have lived out a normal life.

Please, spare me.

I'm begging you.

Let me out of here, sir.

I'm not ready to die.

Please, I'll do anything to get sold and make

sure I go for a high price.

Disgusting.

Stop it.

What's that?

I don't want to die in a place like this.

It's awful.

How can this happen when I haven't

done anything to deserve it?

Haven't you?

Of course, you deserve this.

I paid a fortune for you because I

figured a member of the Heroes Party would be worth something.

But what did I get instead?

An absolute waste of money, my money.

You aren't a fabled hero.

You're garbage!

You're garbage!

You're garbage.

You're garbage.

- Garbage. - Garbage.

- Garbage. - Garbage.

- Garbage. - Garbage.

You worthless piece of trash.

Why don't you pay for your sins and just roll over and die?

No.

Then how about grabbing that sword there?

Maybe it'll work better this time.

She could give up and be devoured.

No way.

Or fight and melt down to bones.

That isn't an answer either.

And yet, if there's no other choice--

Hurry up.

They're gonna want fresh meat again soon.

If she had to die, she'd rather die fighting.

You're almost there.

Just a little bit further, girl.

There.

It's over.

It doesn't even hurt anymore.

Is this what everyone feels before they die?

Cursed be the strong.

Blessed be the weak.

She thought she heard the black blade mutter that, as though it

tired of killing slaves.

Huh?