[The bandits' axes have seriously wounded you, and the horses have thrown you out of this dilapidated building. By the time you crawl into the house, you're almost using up the last of your strength. 】

The wanderer wakes up from sitting against the wall, and this confession-like text comes to mind, as if it were some kind of memory, and like an explanation of the situation.

He heard the thunder, the sound of which was like the dull roar of a griffon when it was hungry, and the various scenes of rain flashed through his memory like a marquee.

Heavy rain will drench the schooners at sea, ghouls will search for severed limbs in the mud, and homeless people should take shelter in a mountain depression somewhere......

"But I'm going to die."

His eyelids began to hesare as he thought so, but the handwriting was still clearly visible.

[Someone heard the movement and followed your bloodstains.] 】

The gaze that was gradually losing focus began to clear again, and there were shadows on the door in the night, which could be a wanderer or a demon like a banshee.

But the shadow was thin, and it was supposed to be a human being—homeless homeless people often lived in such ruins.

The other party just watched for a moment and then disappeared from sight, and before he "fell asleep", he came back again, with an extra round object in his hand.

Stone? Or iron.

The other party hesitated for a long time, and the cat bent down, almost crawling and leaning over, its thin body shaking.

[Not all shivering comes from cold, and excessive consumption of human flesh can cause Kuru disease.] 】

The pronunciation in his mind was renewed, and the dying wanderer couldn't tell if it was his own thoughts or some kind of explanation.

[The other party didn't know that there was a curly-bladed dagger under you, and you were about to fall into a coma due to severe injuries.] In this final moment, you can do nothing or, alternatively, swing the final blow. 】

His almost numb hand clenched, it was indeed a short handle wrapped in rotten cloth, and his body remained motionless.

The shadow gradually approached, blocking out the already thin light, and the darkness in his world was infinitely magnified, only the newer font was still clear.

Before the next thunder, you must make your choice. 】

Almost at the same time, a pale light shone through the cracks in the crumbling wall, and he finally caught a good eye on the approaching figure—a panicked woman, her eyes moist and her expression frightened, mud and weeds sticking to her malnourished face.

The light of the thunder and lightning was fleeting, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness again, as if they had closed their eyes.

He let go of his grip on the knife.

This is not because of useless kindness, but because his body can no longer cut human flesh even if he kills the other person, although he has not done such a thing.

At least not in my memory.

The thunder of the verdict of fate came belatedly, and the curtain of water like pine needles fell at this moment.

The wanderer thought wildly, resigned to the sleepiness that swept in.

Tonight, it's raining heavily.

……

[You are still alive, and your consciousness has returned to this body, instead of throwing yourself into the arms of the soul seducing witch.] 】

The numb body couldn't feel the passage of time, and he didn't know how much time had passed, but when his thoughts were condensed, he saw the strange and familiar confession again.

Also, there was a warm and moist touch between his lips, and some kind of slightly warm paste was stuffed into his mouth, followed by cool rain pouring into his throat.

He swallowed, like a gambler in a wine hall with red eyes hooking up the copper coins with the wolf's head on them, and the bloody silver python.

There was a feeling of fullness in the chest, and a sense of pain that symbolized survival.

The rain washed away the world of swords and strangeness, and it was like a waterwheel at the Tanabe Mill, and the thunder was accompanied by the muffled sound of piling.

The dilapidated building was damp, and in the dark room, he woke up with his eyes closed, feeling the care of another person.

Small puddles formed in the place of the gap, and more rain splashed and fell on the wanderer's eyelids, making him frown.

Sensing his awakening, the other man staggered to one side, the mushy food falling onto his strong, blood-stained chest.

"It's a pity."

The wanderer thought as he struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

The thunder briefly lit up the world in the pouring rain, and he saw the stranger shivering beside him, and at the same time, something stranger came to his eyes.

【Hungry and cold homeless girl】

[Attitude: panicked]

[Specialty: Simple survival]

[Monologue: The monster outside the house is so scary, will strangers hurt me?] 】

She wore a gray, patched peasant dress, and a curled dagger in her hand, unaware of the lame movements and wrong way of holding the knife in the eyes of the wanderer.

Perhaps he had been fed, and he was badly injured and had the strength to prop himself up from the dead grass and sit down.

He lowered his head, a note appearing on the knife wound on his chest.

【Heavy Weapon Knife Wound (Simple Bandaging)】

Gritting his teeth, he lifted the corner of the village girl's headscarf, and the horrific scar was treated so-so, which was the reason why he survived.

"Thank you."

When the room lit up again, the corners of the girl's eyes glowed with silver.

"Don't hold it on the knot, or you'll get your weak hand off before you poke it into someone's body."

Wanderers look at each other and notice that the information has changed.

[Attitude: Be vigilant]

The wanderer only thought about it at this point, at first he thought it was a dying hallucination, but what was it, some strange trickery or curse?

The items on his body had been removed from the wound when he was bandaging, and it contained a secret box for ignition - in fact, it was just a product of alchemy with a little gunpowder.

"Outside, there's ghouls outside, don't make a fire."

"The heavy rain will wash away the blood on the outside, they won't be able to find it for a while, and at dawn the ghouls will cower under the woods and wooden bridges."

The wanderer explained, and then instructed her to operate, and a small fire was lit.

The girl's hands and feet are not stupid, and she responds to the specialty of [simple survival] in the message.

When the flame is lit, hope fills the room, and on a rainy night, warmth and light give people far more reliance than simple weapons.

Because of this, the girl's attitude changed again to [slight trust].

She moved over the broken clay pot that had been filled with rainwater, took out the cloth bag that had been placed in her inner pocket, and shook out from it a small number of grains of wheat, very rough, and even small stalks, which looked like they had been taken from the remnants of the fields by the roadside.

There was very little wood in the house to keep the fire glowing, and it was so difficult to cook that they had to chew on minimal dry food and serve it with rainwater.

This familiar taste made the wanderer understand that when he was unconscious, the girl fed herself with chewed food.

"What is your name, strange sir?"

The homeless girl finally had the courage to ask.

"I ......"

Headache.

A headache that goes beyond a stab wound on the chest.

He gritted his teeth, his muscles exposed, he felt the torn and blended souls, double images appeared in front of him, his palms flickered and small, and his mind was constantly stuffed with disorganized images.

The cliffs of the Phantom Pupil Dragon are intertwined with the desks where the computers are placed; Golden crow coins and wallet notes are mixed together; Horses passing on the mainland suddenly turned into cars on asphalt roads......

The pronunciation in my head kept changing the various languages of the Kundia continent, as well as some kind of familiar square characters.

In any case, in the midst of the severe pain, he could clearly understand the meaning of this recitation.

You have forgotten all your experiences before tonight, but you have acquired the knowledge of this body without reservation. Wanderers lost in time and space, start your new story. 】