Kai, a Japanese graduate student, dies in a freak accident and wakes up in a sword-and-sorcery world. Chosen by a whimsical god, he receives the Golem Summoning skill. His golems are two massive ape-like creatures, always active but without free will, moving only on his command. The adventurer guild scoffs at him. Old-timer Godan sneers that two golems are useless.
But Kai has a secret weapon: his past-life knowledge as a science student and a hardcore pro-wrestling fan. He commands his golems
Golem Pro-Wrestling in Another World - The Birth of a Pro-Wrestling Golem! Material Analysis and the Shock of the First Quest
A steady tapping sound echoed through the inn room.
Kai sat cross-legged on the bed, staring intently at a fragment of iron ore resting in his palm. His black eyes caught the faint light even in the dim room. The mockery he'd received from Godan in Vanduur that morning still clung to the back of his mind.
"Alright, let's do this. Watch me, you bastard Godan."
Across the floor of the room, several blueprints drawn on parchment lay spread out. The charcoal lines were smudged black in places where his palms had rubbed against them. Joint structures, armor thickness, center of gravity placement. Having dabbled in materials engineering in his previous life, Kai was good at drawing up designs like these.
In the corner of the room, two golems stood perfectly still.
Each stood roughly 2.2 meters tall with an estimated weight of 300 kilograms. They were shaped like giant apes made of rock. Their arms were long, their shoulders abnormally broad. Every finger was formed of stone, creaking and grinding with each movement. They had no will of their own. Where eyes should have been, there was nothing embedded—just smooth, curved stone. But when they received Kai's mental commands, those massive bodies moved with astonishing precision.
"First, I'll change the outer shell from stone to iron. No—doing everything at once is impossible. My mana consumption can't keep up. So I'll convert only the joints and forearms to iron. Striking power is determined by joint strength."
Kai gripped the iron ore in his left hand and focused his consciousness deep within his chest. The magic core inside his body—a pulsing sensation near his heart. That was the raave, the organ that converted the invisible particles drifting through the air. The first time he'd used it, he'd muttered, "So this is magic power." A sensation he'd never felt in his previous life—like his blood warming from within.
"Golem, material conversion. Replace forearms and shoulder joints with iron."
Kai's thoughts flowed into the golem. One golem's forearms slowly began to change color. The gray stone shifted into a reddish-black iron hue. The surface smoothed out, gleaming as if wet.
"Oh, it's working, it's working... ah, wait wait wait."
The other golem's shoulder area began to bulge and swell. He hastily sent a mental command. The swelling subsided, and somehow an iron-colored shoulder joint formed.
"Hah... that scared me. Doing it all at once makes the control sloppy. The iron ore quality varies too, so I need to do this in small increments."
Kai exhaled and flopped onto the floor. He'd already consumed a considerable amount of mana. His stomach churned. Repeatedly converting materials bit by bit was steadily draining his stamina in this world. Part of it was that he'd only just been reincarnated and still wasn't used to handling mana.
"Still, well, I've figured out what I can do. Now it's just fine-tuning the details."
He looked at the golem's forearms. The iron-colored arms looked heavy enough to deliver a devastating blow just from appearance alone. Having watched countless pro-wrestling videos in his previous life, Kai had the movements of innumerable techniques floating in his head. The problem was how to teach those complex sequences of motion to the golems.
Throwing a punch was simple. Punch, kick. For simple single movements, if he pictured them in his mind, the golems would move exactly as imagined. But executing a suplex required a whole sequence: holding the opponent while arching his own body backward, then driving the opponent head-first into the ground.
"Alright, let me try it myself first."
Kai stood up and faced the wall, planting his feet shoulder-width apart. He dropped his hips low. Treating the wall as his opponent, he made a motion of scooping up the lower part of the wall with his right hand.
"Powerbomb! Like this—hoist the opponent up, then drop them on their head!"
Kai began demonstrating pro-wrestling moves against the wall. Powerbomb, lariat, suplex. He recalled the movements of wrestlers he'd watched countless times in his previous life, recreating them with his own body. His muscles screamed in protest, but he didn't care. He slammed his fists and shoulders against the wall, burning the trajectories of each movement into his mind.
"Oraa! No good, my body can't reproduce it well enough. Like this? No, the hip drive is wrong!"
As he lost himself in his solo wall practice, one of the two golems standing behind him slowly began to move. His thoughts had apparently flowed into the golem unconsciously. The golem raised its long arm, as if responding to Kai's movements.
"W-whoa, wait wait wait."
The moment his carefree voice echoed through the room, the golem's rocky arm came swinging down. A thunderous roar. The wall caved in.
"Gyaaaah! H-hey, stop stop stop!"
He frantically sent a stop command through his thoughts. The golem froze instantly. But a massive hole had been opened in the wall. He could see the occupant of the neighboring room screaming and fleeing outside.
"Ah crap... I really did it now."
At that moment, the door to his room burst open.
"What in the world are you doing?!"
Mira Horn, the proprietress of the Ram's Horn Inn, stood there with her arms akimbo. A woman in her forties—a meddlesome, big-hearted mother figure who had been looking after Kai ever since he'd started staying at the inn. Her hair was tied up high, and there was flour on the front of her apron.
"M-Mira-san. This is, well—"
"You put a hole in the wall, chased out the guest next door, and you're telling me 'this is, well'?! Just the other day your golem rampaged in the room and broke a chair! Today you're paying for the damages!"
Mira planted her hands on her hips and glared at Kai.
"I'm sorry. I'll pay. Seriously. I was just doing some golem training."
"If you're going to train, do it outside! There's a training ground outside the city walls, isn't there? Honestly—your reasoning is sound, but the things you actually do are a complete mess."
Even as she scolded him, Mira let out a sigh and surveyed the blueprints and iron ore fragments scattered across the floor of Kai's room. Her expression softened, just a little.
"...You're serious about this, aren't you. Well, don't overdo it."
"Yes. I'll take it easy. Take it easy."
Mira sighed once more—"haah"—and left the room.
Kai stared blankly at the hole in the wall. The inn, said to have been built hundreds of years ago, was made of stone, but the interior walls were plaster—no match for a golem's strike.
"...My control still needs work. My thoughts are leaking out. Instead of trying to execute moves against the wall, I need to program the movement trajectories directly into the golems."
He switched gears and tackled the next challenge.
Kai stood before the wall once more, but this time he closed his eyes and replayed the lariat motion in his head. Extend the right arm horizontally, drive it into the opponent's neck. He translated that trajectory into the golem's joint range of motion. Elbow angle, shoulder mobility, how tightly to tuck the arm.
"Don't swing the arm straight sideways—imagine driving the shoulder through. Don't extend the wrist; strike the opponent's throat with the forearm. That way, the hips won't over-rotate on the follow-through. ...Alright, try it."
Kai sent the mental command. One of the golems slowly raised its arm and swung it horizontally.
There was a heavy thud as the lariat connected directly with the other golem standing beside it. The iron arm bit into the rocky neck. The two golems collapsed in a tangle, shaking the floor violently.
"Ahahahaha! That's a damn good sound! No wait, this isn't the time to laugh. That swing went too far through. Narrow the angle more."
The two golems lay collapsed on the floor, making an unpleasant grinding sound as rock scraped against rock. Kai clutched his stomach laughing while mentally commanding them to stand back up.
"Good, one more time. This time, keep your body facing forward and swing only the arm horizontally."
The golem received Kai's command and faithfully repeated the lariat. This time, the body rotation was suppressed, and the arm cut through the air horizontally with sharp precision. A gust of wind swept through the room.
"There it is, there it is! Yes, that's it! Now I just need to fine-tune the speed and angle."
From there, Kai repeated failure after failure—slamming into walls himself, having the two golems crash into each other and crumble—while gradually refining the golems' movements.
By evening, rock fragments littered the floor, and several new holes had been added to the walls. But the two golems could now smoothly reproduce the lariat, suplex, and powerbomb when they received Kai's commands.
"This is amazing. They're proper pro-wrestlers now. Even if they are golems."
Kai smiled with satisfaction.
The next day, Kai left the inn and headed to the Folkhalt branch of the Adventurers' Mutual Aid Organization in Vanduur. It was a three-story stone building facing the central plaza of the outer wall district, with the reception desk and tavern on the first floor.
The city was bustling from early morning. Horse-drawn carriages crossed the cobblestones, and street vendors called out in vigorous voices. A loaf of bread cost three copper coins. Ten eggs cost five copper coins. Kai was gradually learning the prices of this world.
"Kai-san, good morning."
The receptionist noticed him and called out. She was the one who had handled his registration the other day.
"Good morning. May I look at the quest board?"
"Go ahead. New requests were just posted. There's a galldhorn extermination request in the Crevasse Forest. It's a D-rank equivalent quest, but F-rank adventurers can only accept quests up to one rank above their own, so how about this one instead?"
Kai scanned the request forms posted on the board. Crevasse Forest—a broadleaf woodland located about 25 kilometers southeast of Folkhalt. The outer edges were relatively safe, and herb-gathering quests for F-ranks were sometimes posted there.
"Galldhorn—a large horned boar. High charging power, low turning ability."
"You're familiar with them. The tusks and fur trade for about thirty silver coins, so it's quite a lucrative request. However, taking a charge head-on is dangerous for newcomers, so I'd recommend..."
Kai flicked the request form with his finger.
"I'll take it. This is the perfect opponent for me."
The receptionist's face showed a hint of concern.
"I think this might be a bit much for an F-rank adventurer..."
At that moment, a familiar low voice came from behind Kai.
"Heh. An F-rank newbie taking on a galldhorn extermination?"
Kai turned around. Godan was watching him from a table in the guild tavern. Short reddish-brown hair, stubble, bloodshot reddish-brown eyes. He looked down at Kai with half-lidded eyes, sizing him up. He lounged back in his chair, hand resting on his sword hilt as always.
"Oh, Godan-ossan. Looking lively as ever."
"Don't call me ossan. ...You think you can beat a horned boar with those dirt dolls? Don't make me laugh. There's a limit to how much you can mock adventurers."
Godan's voice echoed through the tavern. The surrounding adventurers began glancing over.
"Hah, maybe you're right. But hey, you won't know until you try. Receptionist-san, I'll take this one."
Kai laughed lightly and handed the request form to the receptionist.
"Very well."
After completing the paperwork, Kai was about to leave Vanduur. Godan's voice chased after him from behind.
"Hey, golem bastard. Don't come crying to me if you die. That forest is crawling with things your dirt dolls can't handle."
Without turning around, Kai waved his hand dismissively.
"Fine by me. Better than a cowardly ossan who won't fight even when he's stepped on."
He heard Godan cursing behind him. Ignoring it, Kai walked on.
Passing through the south gate of the royal capital, the highway stretched g
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