I'm an ordinary citizen of another world.
On my very first day after transmigrating, I landed right on the Demon King's head.
Luckily, I have one unique skill: Attack Stagger.
Whether they're mages or swordsmen, orcs or elves, anyone I hit gets immobilized for one second. Even the Demon King was killed by a combo of my skills.
My motto: The first strike decides life or death. The rest of the combo is just carrying out the sentence.
The abyssal succubus sent by the Demon King to assassinate me can take countless forms, but despite her talents, she has no long-term memory.
The saintess of a heretical church loses her sanity whenever she uses divine magic, so I have to calm her down.
The princess of a fallen kingdom, now a slave, is ruthless on the battlefield, yet she can't sleep unless she smells the sweat on my clothes.
The female hero, reincarnated after being defeated by the Demon King, trembles in fear whenever she sees one.
There's also the necromancer who covets the Demon King's corpse and hopes to turn me into an undead puppet...
Though they've become members of my party, they bicker every day, poison each other, and fight over whether to sleep on my left or right.
Heh, what does that have to do with me?
My sword has only one purpose: once the sentence begins, nobody can call it off.
It feels too human-machine