No Name, No Clothes, No Clue

A man wakes up in a dark forest with no memories, no name, and no clothes. No truck. No goddess. No cheat skill. Just dirt in his mouth and a world that wants him dead. What follows is survival by accident and absurdity: stealing a chicken that turns out to be way more than poultry, nearly dying from one bite of glowing fruit, and earning the mocking nickname “Chickenman” from a plague-masked alchemist who collects idiots like stray cats. Soon he’s stuck with a sarcastic healer, an explosive devil girl who hates owing anyone, and a beautiful traveler who never laughs at the ridiculous name. In a world where corrupt knights extort villages, roads are taxed by robbers, and executions double as public theater, four mismatched strays try to stay alive, stay together, and maybe just maybe find something worth keeping. No system. No instant OP. No harem. Just idiots trying not to die in a world that doesn’t care if they do.