Volume 1: Prologue: Welcome to Another World

Chapter 1: Hello, World

When I woke up, something was wrong with my body. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I remember sleeping in bed, but my body was in pain.

Stones, blades of grass, branches, or something else?

I don't know. When he opened his eyes, the sky between the cracks in the canopy told the boy a truth: this was not his home, and it could not be the bed he had slept in for almost ten years.

So, where is it?

The answer is in the next second.

"Hahaha-"

The sound of crude and strange laughter, the sound of dead branches being trampled off.

The boy who had just woken up from his sleep, or coma, got up, and the first thing he saw was the source of the stupid laugh.

――A thief who seems to have come out of an island country period drama across the sea, and when you look at it, you can see that it is vulgar, and it has no technical level like that laughter, and even the brutality value is not enough to watch...

"Hey, what's wrong?"

And more than one.

As the guy turned around, he shouted a barrage of Japanese - and more thieves came out of the grass not far away.

One, two, three, four—a total of seven thieves, appeared in front of the young man's eyes, breaking his common sense.

'Not like a joke?'

Dirty, thin, unclothed, rough and swarthy in his hands holding bamboo spears - except for the one who seemed to be the leader who looked decent, and two poorly made ribs and knives stuck in his waist, the rest of the people... In modern times, they are simply refugees, right?

Yes, even a spoof joke would not hire such a realistic actor. It's not that I can't afford it, but I can't afford it -- in the era when the teenager lived, there would never be such a person even in Africa... Even if they were also poor to the limit, they were two completely different poverty laws.

Not only materially, but also spiritually...

'If you don't escape, you can't do it, it's not the right situation'

The boy realized this instantly, but as he stood up, he noticed something that shocked him even more.

That's height.

Obviously, he had already stood up, and the other party was so short, but the young man's perspective did not change to a downward view as expected.

On the other hand, even if he has stood up, from the perspective of his gaze, the other party is still much taller than him.

"Is it?"

Of course, it wasn't because of a misjudgment of the other party's height, because it was too obvious... So, there is only one possibility.

-- The boy has become shorter.

"Hey, it's not funny..."

It wasn't until then that I noticed that even the sound had changed a little, but now was not the time to think about it.

If it was the original body, it might be possible to fight if it couldn't run, but the current height... The boy has no chance of winning.

So I had to run away.

So he fled.

Turning around, the boy began to run without hesitation, but the weakness and slow speed from his limbs made his heart begin to cool.

There is no escape.

The difference in speed is too great.

It was only a few seconds before the distance between the bandit and the boy was greatly reduced. No matter how hard you try, getting caught is just around the corner.

For a moment, the boy thought of death, but after discovering some kind of greed in the eyes of the bandits, he understood in an instant that if he was caught, what awaited him might be worse than death.

"I'll go,, ahhhhh

――Where is a human, it's just an animal in heat!

I didn't plan to wash my skills yet, and the young man who betrayed his sister to go to some philosophical beliefs felt the chrysanthemum tighten in an instant. However, no matter how much you call Brother Chun, there is one fact that cannot be changed.

That is, when he looked back, a big dirty hand had firmly grasped his shoulder.

“&（…… ￥……！！”

The unintelligible sound was accompanied by unreasonable bad breath, and then the boy's body was pulled backwards, and he was about to be dragged down.

And if it falls, it will be chrysanthemum lost.

'Gotta figure it out!'

As the thought flashed through his mind, his body was already moving.

Reluctantly taking a step back, regaining his balance, the boy subconsciously swung an elbow back. In the past, when he fought, it was just a blow to push the opponent behind him away, and with his unprofessional skills, it was a little difficult to even hurt the opponent. But at this moment, because of the advantage of height, this blow has become a must-kill for male creatures.

Smack-

"Whew!!"

It is painful to describe the screams that are absolutely unbiased, and the touch of the slender elbow joint hitting something.

At that moment, the young man's mind recalled the scene of smashing walnuts in his childhood.

'What did I do!'

The thick black line immediately lay down from his forehead, covering his face densely, and at this time, the rest of the pursuing bandits also stopped because of this scene - very tacitly showed a residual expression, and those bandits who looked terrible clamped their legs at the first time.

However, there is no point in escaping.

Even if one is defeated, the remaining bandits don't seem to have any intention of giving up. Rather, it might be a bad thing to fall a bandit - because it was this blow that calmed the bandits.

And in the current state, that means even smaller hope.

'It's not good--more and more-'

There is no escape.

Not as fast as they are.

You can't win.

Body size and physical fitness are absolute weaknesses.

It's a desperate situation, but it's too early for the boy to give up.

'Even if it's philosophy, I have to be number one!!'

Don't want to give up, can't give up.

The bandits quickly struck and used their spears like sticks, each blow hitting the boy diminished his ability to resist.

For that fragile body, I'm afraid it won't take a few strokes to collapse, right? So, if you want to do something, you have to do it before that.

-- Before the decisive blow.

"Damn—"

But...

Timing, flaws, hard work, blood, foreign aid?

What exactly does it take to be rescued before that, and what kind of miracle is it to survive?

I can't imagine that.

The attack continued at this time.

The bamboo spears that came over in a mess were more ferocious than the previous moment, and it seemed that the young man's physical strength was exhausted, and the self-evident bandits who were thinking about something in their heads were more active. And in the midst of this, the trajectory of a bamboo gun was facing the boy's head.

'I'm going to fall if I get this blow, right?'

Unstoppable, such thoughts swirl in the mind.

There was no way around it, because the body had started wailing a few seconds earlier.

I don't know why my body has become thin and fragile, but it is an incredible miracle that it can be supported until now under the indiscriminate bamboo spear. It would be too much to make it last a little longer, or even fight back successfully, as in some novels.

The human body is not steel after all.

The will does not always override the body.

But.

If you fall here...

If you just give up and hand over the chrysanthemum...

"I don't want it!!"

It's just pure anger and rejection, just stubbornly denying the progress of time -- it's just the wailing of a defeated dog, isn't it? It's ugly, it's meaningless, and at best it's just a joke for the winner.

But.

“！！！”

But a miracle happened.

As his thoughts roared, something in his body woke up.

The mirror is shattered.

The color fades.

Something roared, swelled from the boy's body, and then, rushed into the world.

Click-

The bamboo spear stopped in the air with an incredible bend, and a cruel smile rested on the ashed body.

'What happened?'

The body's dodge continued, but it wasn't until it was completely dodged that the enemy's attack suddenly resumed, followed by a senseless swing - and then crashed into a ball with the wrong force.

'What happened just now...'

Incomprehensible, elusive.

However, when I looked for the answer to that question in my heart, I vaguely grasped something.

――It's as if a friend whose name has been known to him for a long time has finally met.

It wasn't abrupt, but it was sudden.

'That power is...

The root of movement, the chasm of knowledge.

In this world, the turbulent flow has never stopped, and there will never be a day of reversal.

"・・・Time"

In front of them, the bandits who got up in a panic still seemed to have realized that just now, something seemed to have happened, they were shouting something in a mess, and at the same time, the eyes that looked at the young man also changed.

-- The original greed is rapidly receding in the face of the strange, and fear and killing intent are closely followed.

The guy who seems to be the leader also joins the fight. Drawing his sword from his waist, he led the rabble to rush forward with a strange scream. But at this time, the boy was surprisingly calm—he didn't even have the slightest panic, he just looked at the bandits who rushed over, and opened his mouth.

'I think it can be done, right?'

I don't know how it works, but I seem to be able to do it.

The distance from the bandits is only two to three meters, and for humans, it is a distance that can be crossed in a second or two. Quite simply, it is a level that can be reached by simply taking a step forward.

And the solution to not wanting them to run into it is just as simple - that is, let the two seconds that it takes to take this step never come.

"My-"

Whispered singing, a crisp voice echoing through the woods.

Reality is trembling, the will is stirring, and I don't know where, and the root of this body is throbbing. Spirituality, which transcends common sense, turns into an anomaly in the moment it flows.

"-World"

Then, the stagnant spectacle of the world reappears, and a leaden gray envelops everything.

It was then that it became clear that in this stagnant world, the boy couldn't even breathe - but that didn't matter.

'Because I don't need to do things for ten seconds—'

Walking up to the leader of the thieves, ignoring the cold light of the knife in his hand, he pulled out the ribs from his waist. Then, in the position of the heart, prick down.

Then time begins to flow.

Blood gushes and lives pass.

"Now, you probably don't understand - are you ready?"

Didn't feel sick.

I didn't feel shaken either.

With his back to the bandits who hadn't reacted yet, in front of him was the leader of the thieves who were falling in shock.

The boy looked back and smiled brightly.