That Time I Got Sent to Another World Where All of the Girls Are Super Hot and Super Into Me Because I Am Super Strong and Have Very Powerful Abilities that God Gave to Me Because Me and Them Were Friends When I Was in Grade School and God Is Actually A Loli Who is Also in Love with Me Because I Am A Super Epic Person Who Will Defeat The Demon Lord Who Threatens The Entire World but the Demon Lord Actually is in Love With Me and the Demon Lord is a Super Hot Busty Babe Who is Actually Just Trying to Get My Attention Because I Have a Cellphone That Can Contact the Internet and Can Get Anything Shipped To Me Within 2 Days But I Barely Need It Because I Am Actually the Most Strongest Guy Alive Because I Have Super Strong Powers Like Being Able to Lift Your Mom Really Easily Which is Nearly Impossible Because Your Mom is So Fat But is Actually A Secret Anime Busty Babe Who is Really into Me Because I Am Super Cool and Better Than Your Dad Because He is Super Lame Which I Am Not:

Player 23: That time I was reincarnated into another world and protected a cute girl from a villain

"Chert Rank?!" I gasped. "That's the lowest possible rank there is!"

"It's daijobu," the receptionist reassured me, "everybody starts at Chert Rank! You just need to take a test and-"

I let out a long scream. First, I had to fill out paperwork, now I had to take a test?! If I wanted to deal with all of this stuff, I would have simply not accidentally died and been reincarnated in another world! Despite what the receptionist had said, this was anything but daijobu.

"Ugh," I ughed, "I don't really want to take a test..."

"What's on the test, wan?" Wanda asked the receptionist. She shifted the bundle of tickets in her arm and cocked her head to the side.

"You have to play a Minigame involving earning the most points in a slime-killing contest. The score you get determines your actual starting rank. "

"Wow! I love taking tests, in that case!" I replied, recovering instantly. She smiled at me, closing her eyes and tilting her head. Huh... I guess she must be totally into me as well? I wonder what it was that was making all these ladies instantly smitten with me.

"Great!" she said cheerily. "The first available opening is tomorrow morning."

Huh? Tomorrow? But I needed to be bronze rank today if I wanted to be able to rent a room! There had to be some other way to rank up! The alternative was too unthinkable: I'd be forced to find another inn!

I looked over at Wanda, who was holding the mass of tickets. There had to be some other way. Wait a minute...

I ran back over to the prize counter. That's it!

"Wanda, if we can get you that scooter with your tickets, then you'll be able to keep up with my sicknasty shredding, and we should be able to go kill a bunch of things outside town before nightfall. If we murder enough animals, we can probably..."

I turned to the conspicuous Wanda-shaped gap to the left of me. Huh? Where was she? I looked behind me to see that instead of following me, Wanda was talking to some other guy!

I instantly became extremely jealous, but before I could get started throwing a tantrum about it, I noticed that the man was angry and also shouting, probably in anger.

I let out a sigh of relief. Either Wanda wasn't flirting with him, or Wanda was extremely bad at flirting. Either way, my romantic monopoly wasn't in danger. I started to walk over to see what was going on, when the man pulled out his sword!

Oh no! Wanda was in trouble!

"Give them back, you bitch, or I'll cut you from toe to toe!" the man growled, pointing up and down Wanda's body with his sword.

"It is the mark of the fool to charge so readily into the gaping maw of his own tomb, wan!"

"Huh?!"

I walked up to them, frowning to make it clear that I was NOT happy about the things that were currently going on.

"Wanda!" I shouted calmly, "What's going on here?"

My doggirl companion gestured casually towards the man with her knife.

"Wan! A corpse is talking, wan!"

"Do you know her?!" the man demanded, rudely not answering my question right away.

"She's my slave," I explained, then remembered that slavery was bad and added, "But consensually."

The man raised an eyebrow, and I shook my head. "It's not a sex thing... yet?"

I looked to Wanda for confirmation. She seemed to think for a second, then just shrugged. I turned back to the man.

"Why do you want to know?"

The man, who I'll call Taro, because I don't give a shit what his real name is, narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well, your slave here just stole about a hundred thousand tickets from me." (TL Note: "a hundred thousand" means 100,000)

I crossed my arms and stared him down. I wasn't sure that I trusted him at all. On the one hand, Wanda did get those tickets suspiciously fast, but on the other hand, he was a man and was yelling at me.

I looked over at Wanda, who broke away from her murderous glare at Taro to give me puppy dog eyes.

I reached out to give her headpats and glared at Taro. That settled it.

"Wanda would never steal! She's a good girl, and is too kind to do something like that. I've known her for several hours now, and in that time, I've never paid enough attention to catch her committing a serious crime!"

I made a definitive swipe through the air with my arm to indicate how sure I was.

"Wanda won those tickets at skeeball! If you're going to come and accuse her of stealing, then you're gonna have to accuse me first!"

Taro, clearly beaten by my superior logic, could only growl and mutter threats under his breath. I shook my head and turned my back on him, taking Wanda by the arm to lead her away.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Taro attacked me. This bastard! Was he really attacking me when my back was turned, and I was defenseless?

Before I was able to turn in time, his sword slammed into the back of my head, shattering into pieces as it impacted my [Absolute Invulnerability].

He staggered back a few steps and stared at his sword in total bamboozlement. I grinned a smile and crossed my arms, standing before him.

"You're going to need to try a little harder than that," I taunted him.

He growled again and drew his fist back.

"Pugilist Artes: [Big Knuckle Punch]!" he shouted.

There it was again! What was an Arte? I stared in surprise as that hand of his began to glow with an awesome power. He reared back and slammed it into my chest with all the force of a four-door sedan, where it shattered into pieces against my [Absolute Invulnerability].

"Heh..." I chuckled as he stared in mute horror at his missing arm. "You'll have to do better than that."

He grit his teeth in response, tears brewing in his eyes, and punched out with his other fist.

"Pugilist Arte: [Ultra Final Fist]!"

My heart stopped for a moment as his punch drew near me. Ultra? Final? Fist? Those all sounded really dangerous! If this Arte hit me... who knows what might happen!

I tried to dodge out of the way from his ultimate technique, but it was no use. His fist caught me under the chin like a golfer with a hammer, and it shattered to pieces against my [Absolute Invulnerability].

I recovered my wits as Taro collapsed to the floor, demoralized and completely disarmed. Looks like it was my turn.

"Looks like it's my turn," I informed him.

He stared up at me in completely appropriate abject fear. I bent towards him and delivered a tiny flick to his forehead, killing him instantly.

He fell backwards onto the ground, screaming in agony and fear as I stood up. I dusted off my hands and the shoulders of my jacket, looking around the hushed Adventurer's Guild tavern.

Wanda was sitting at a nearby table. She was clearly frightened out of her mind, eating a hot dog while recording the fight with a magic orb.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, walking over and patting her head with finality. "You're safe now."

She stared at me in silence for a few seconds, probably overcome with emotion, before smiling and leaning into the headpats.

"Wan! Master is a good Master!" she declared.

I smiled. I might be Chert Rank, but with her by my side, I thought I just might get through this crazy Isekai Adventure LitRPG Fantasy world in one piece.

"Maybe it's okay to be Chert," I mused. "Maybe the real rank is the friends we made along the way."

Wanda cocked her head to the side as I continued to sagely headpat her.

"Master, did you eat some of my brownies, wan?"

I started to open my mouth to respond, when a hot, busty voice spoke from behind me.

"Excuse me," The receptionist said.

I turned to look at her, immediately blushing. She had breasted boobily over here from the counter, and was holding my Adventurer's Card in the vicinity of her tits, which was to say, extending her arm out to hand it to me.

"Congratulations on making Bronze Rank!" she chirped.

"Oh, thanks," I said, "It's been a long..."

Wait... Bronze Rank?

Huh?