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

Joyous tidings,

hero Flum Apricot.

You have been chosen by Origin, the Divine Creator.

Our village produced a hero!

She's off to take down the Demon Lord!

Good luck, Flum!

I'm rooting for you!

Go get 'em!

Stop dreaming.

A weakling like you could never defeat the Demon Lord.

THE END THE BEGINNING

THE BEGINNING AND THE END

What now?

What'll become of me?

How long have you been here?

Three days now, I think.

What beautiful eyes.

But...

Since she's here, she must be a slave, too.

My apologies for keeping you waiting.

I'm sure you've caught on by now,

but you have no value to me as merchandise.

So I'll be disposing of you.

However, I've spent a pretty penny acquiring and feeding you.

I think the least you can do to pay me back is entertain me with your deaths.

These are ghouls. They belong to the lowest rank of monster.

Oh, you poor thing.

If only you were worth anything at all.

But I'll throw ya a bone.

If you can take these ghouls out, I'll put you back on the market.

Woe is you! You better do something, or you're next!

But you can't defeat ghouls with your bare hands. You'll need a weapon.

Ain't that right?

Whoa, what do we have here? It's a sword!

Not that any of you could use it, because your stats suck!

Damn it!

This is gonna be my ticket to a better life!

Hot!

Wh-What's happening?!

Oh, too bad. That sword there is cursed.

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

I fell for its Epic-class branding and bought it like an idiot.

Just like you,

Flum Apricot! Some hero you are!

All you have are zeroes for stats!

You piece of trash!

Trash.

Zeroes?

REVERSAL 0

Are you kidding me?

Trash.

Joyous tidings,

hero Flum Apricot.

You have been chosen by Origin, the Divine Creator.

Good luck, Flum!

I'm rooting for you!

I never really wanted to leave the village to begin with.

Even short walks left me winded,

and I couldn't carry anything.

Nor did I have any idea how to make use of my affinity, "reversal,"

which only seemed to lock all my stats at zero.

I had no ability to fight.

So why...

Why was someone like me...

Why was someone like me chosen?

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

Cyrill Sweechka and I were the same age and both from the countryside,

and we hit it off in no time.

But Cyrill was powerful, and I was powerless.

All I could do were chores, so I did exactly that.

You made this yourself, Flum?

This is lovely!

Thank you, Flum.

You always cook such yummy food for us.

This is the least we can do.

And yet...

Stop dreaming. A weakling like you could never defeat the Demon Lord.

Cyrill?

Are you sure, sir?

Can I take this pretty little thing off your hands?

Fine by me. She's trash.

She has no lineage or power to speak of.

The least she could do is stay out of our way, but she fails even at that.

Honestly,

just breathing the same air as her makes me sick.

I'm actually proud of myself for putting up with her this long.

Jean...?

Now, Flum, I'm going to give you a role that even you can fulfill.

What's that?

An iron for branding slaves.

Heat.

No... No!

No... I don't wanna be a slave!

Do you not realize what a burden you've been?

We're all sick of you.

That's not true! Eterna and Gadhio have been so nice to me!

And Cyrill—

They've all agreed to this.

In fact, Cyrill wanted it more than any of us.

She was overjoyed at the idea of never having to see your face again.

You useless piece of trash.

This is what you deserve.

No... Stop! Don't!

No!

No!

Now, accept your just deserts!

If only I hadn't left the village...

I never would've had to go through all this.

Please, spare me! Spare me!

Please! I beg of you!

I'll do anything I need to get sold!

Ugh, you reek.

No...

Say what?

I don't wanna die like this.

I haven't done anything wrong!

Oh, but you have.

I paid a fortune for you because you were part of the heroes' party.

You cheated me out of my money!

You worthless piece of trash!

Trash.

Trash... Trash... Trash...

You're nothing but garbage.

Pay for your sins and just roll over and die!

No.

Then how about you grab that sword

and fight for your life?

Her options: give up and be devoured...

No...

...or fight and melt to death.

I don't want either of those!

But...

If I'm gonna die either way...

Better hurry up, or they'll start feasting on you!

She chose to go down fighting.

You can do it! Just a little further!

It's...

It's finally over.

I don't even feel pain anymore.

Is this what it's like to die?

"Cursed be the strong,

blessed be the weak."

It felt as though the black blade, tired of killing slaves, had muttered that.

What's going on?

Wh-Why?

Why aren't you melting?

Also...

Why are your wounds healed?

Huh?

Oh, it's all back.

Gah, just gobble up that garbage already!

W-Wow, you're something else. How about we do business?

H-How am I dying at the hands of such trash?

The girl had convinced herself that all the world wanted her dead.

But now...