Bell Cranel. The rookie currently sweeping through Orario as the talk of the town. Truth be told, I knew about him long before he became a hot topic.
Why? Because I am a reincarnator. In my past life, I watched the series Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?
Now, needless to say, I arrived in this world gifted with a reincarnation bonus from a god. However, despite diving into the Dungeon, I turned out to be the type of person whose spirit broke the moment I faced a life-or-death struggle. I was terrified.
As for that reincarnation bonus? It was a cheat that allowed me to become a so-called [Talent Man], possessing aptitude rivaling that of "Silence" Alfia.
Swords, spears, magic—I could handle them all with ease, far better than the average person. Yet, for someone like me—a former ordinary otaku—it was a pearl cast before swine. Even against goblins on the upper floors, I could only scream and cower, relying on the sheer brute force of my talent to win while my knees knocked together.
And so, having given up on becoming an adventurer early on, I decided to devote myself to the exact same thing I did in my past life: otaku activities.
You see, back in my previous life, I drew for a reasonably famous circle and even sold "thin books"—doujinshi—of popular series.
If I've said this much, you already know what I'm planning to do next, right?
That's right. I'm going to draw and sell erotic books featuring the protagonist of this world, Bell, as the stud!
Using all the money I earned from selling the magic stones of monsters I defeated with my wasted talent to buy art supplies, I created a book titled The Fate of the Night Rabbit Being Hunted. I've been selling it quietly in a corner of the Pleasure Quarter without a shred of permission.
Currently, I have versions featuring the Guild receptionist Eina, the Sword Princess Ais, the supporter Lili, and the tavern waitress Ryu.
Since I modeled the characters after real people, I was worried about whether the clientele in the Pleasure Quarter would accept them. But perhaps the high quality of the art paid off—the 400 copies I prepared across four varieties sold out in just two nights.
The customer base was 70% male and 30% female. Even the older sisters working as prostitutes were charmed by the idea of Bell being attacked in a reverse-rape scenario, excitedly purchasing copies.
"Ehh~, I made way more money doing this than I did desperately fighting goblins in the Dungeon..."
And just like that, more money than I ever saw from killing monsters rolled right into my hands.
Unlike my past life, civilization's conveniences don't exist here. But by brute-forcing solutions with my Alfia-tier talent, my anxiety about future living expenses vanished, and I got carried away.
Yes, even if copyright doesn't exist in this world, I completely forgot the possibility that selling erotic books about Bell might attract the attention of the people involved. Fool that I was, I never dreamed that in the near future, I would be judged for crimes beyond my imagination.