Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

It should have been wrapped in a blood odor, like wrapped around a nerve.

He must have been on his knees in an abandoned building, like he'd been left behind in the world.

He must have drowned in the dark, like he had boiled despair.

Even so.

There, the air was clear.

There, it was even mysterious.

It was bright there.

I think it was about a blink of an eye.

Kosuke has only blocked his sight for so much time.

The knife did succeed in a blow that cut off his own life.

On the verge of that, I think I heard a strange voice...

Nevertheless, there is no way that an illusion can be an explanation of reality.

And there is pride in Kosuke that he hasn't gone far enough to see hallucinations.

That's why we didn't even have the means to accurately grasp the reality in front of us.

First, put your judgment on hold and strive to gather information.

Yusuke has lived to be calm at all times.

Anxiety and confusion don't do themselves any favors just wasting time.

If so, it should be rounded off as unnecessary as possible.

Kosuke accomplished his purpose by thinking and acting on that style.

Therefore, even in this situation and in the midst of being attacked by unbelievable hallucinogenic symptoms, we will not let go of reason.

As far as I have looked over, it is an ancient temple kind of hobby.

It may be more realistic, such as the site.

A dozen stone columns stand side by side and support the ceiling, but a few are broken, and many have run cracks even if they are not.

The ceiling had also partly collapsed, and there were great doubts in terms of safety.

It's probably built in the woods, or even in the woods, the surrounding scenery is full of greenery.

As the roots were stretched to fill the stone floor, I could see that it had long been unused.

The climate is somewhat warmer than it was in winter in reality.

That's just compared to winter in Japan, but if you want to increase the equivalent season, it's autumn.

I mean, it's nothing warm.

Turning around, there was an altar in front of me.

Was it made by piling stones, and it was definitely a stone bed?

Stand up with the knife in your hand and see if there's anything on it.

There was a tablet, but the letters were plundered and unreadable.

Somehow, I just didn't think it was a language that existed in reality.

I don't have that kind of knowledge, so it's just a reminder.

Even after collecting the range of information in my eyes, I didn't get anything in particular.

However, new questions arise.

Why don't I just kill myself?

It was originally meant to be, so the place would be an abandoned building, but it would be a mysterious temple, but it shouldn't change.

In fact, I'm not trying to kill myself again to see what kind of place this place is.

Why.

There's one reason I can think of.

It's that hallucination.

"Don't you have any body?

That's what they said.

I don't think there's anything wrong with killing yourself.

In reality, there was no reason to live anymore.

That's why I tried to die.

If this sight is real, what does it mean?

If you don't want to live in real life, try living here.

Wouldn't that be acceptable?

Then what?

It doesn't matter.

There's no way a guy who decides to die once is allowed a weak choice to stop because the environment has changed.

Yusuke thanks the knife to his neck again.

"[I command you to scatter [Volker Wong]]"

And the moment I tried to scratch his neck, his body turned into a particle.

"- Huh!?

It was the voice, more than the phenomenon, that surprised Yusuke.

You can call it an entrance, or someone shows up from a place with low stairs.

"No, you're not lost in suicide. But let's not."

It was a girl.

Clear silver hair runs down to her waist like a fresh stream.

It is a beautiful glow that gently contains sunlight and then reflects it softly.

His eyes, reminiscent of obsidian, drooped like a nostalgic cat, and his cheeks seemed pleasantly loose.

Arc with thin red lips and approach with thin arms in your pockets.

If you're forced to describe it in a modern way, it would mean a short piece of length.

He has a black cloth wrapped around his waist and hangs something apron-like from it.

He looked about fifteen or six when he was old, but he had a busty breast that he didn't think he would.

In terms of image alone, it is likely that even the sign daughter of the liquor store plays in games and other fiction.

"You thought you were like a billboard girl in a tavern, or something. Correct. I am a billboard girl in a tavern ~ su"

The girl, speaking at a light pace, stops at a distance of about a few meters from Kosuke.

"I'm Shiro. That's what they call a beautiful woman. What about you?"

Yusuke threw down a knife that was only patterned and stared at the girl.

"I need to ask you something."

The girl tilted her neck as she asked.

"What's your name?

"Is this real here?

"What's your name?

"Where am I? What's the name of the country?

"What's your name?

"Until just now, I was in a completely different place. What does this mean?"

"What's your name?

The girl repeated the same line while NPC.

Yusuke leaks one tongue punch and responds.

"Yukisuke Kurono. If that's all right, then answer my question."

"Hmm. Chr. That's what you should call it for the moment. Japanese names are not common in this world."

Japanese name, which means that the very concept of Japanese is at least reserved for the girl in front of you.

However, because they say it is not common, it seems that Japan itself does not exist or is extremely under-recognized even if it is.

Anyway, I'm not even advised to name it.

"You're Japanese, aren't you? Occasionally, I have Japanese characteristics, but there are people like" Yamato "and“ Wanokunivito ”. Most of them are Japanese. Of course, it's coming in addition to the Japanese, well, I'm putting it all together and putting it in a lump sum with the visitors, but that's why you're here."

"I mean, isn't this Earth?"

Speak for yourself and be amazed at the absurdity.

"It's quick to understand and helpful, but it's a little disgusting. You'd be more surprised, wouldn't you?

I've read manga like that before.

A boy who was an unreal student once dived the gates to the other world and blossomed into a special power and went on an adventure with his personalized companions.

At a young age, I read obsessively.

The highs in my chest at that time are a long time to remember.

Very far, it doesn't seem to be my business.

Am I in the same situation as the cartoon protagonist of that time now?

From Japan to the other world.

I mean, is that what it is?

It's unacceptable.

"If I'm a visitor, why would you stop that suicide?"

Assuming this is real, it doesn't immediately accept everything.

There is also a fear that even some strange role might be pushed.

I don't have the right to do that.

Storytelling or not, Kosuke has Kosuke's idea and way of life.

I don't mean to follow a promise to someone's will.

Just find some means and kill yourself.

The girl changes the shape of her lips adorably, with her index finger on her cheek, and speaks out.

"Because you're a guide. When the game starts without any explanation, we're all in trouble, right? It would be very unfriendly not to have a rule explanation or a worldview explanation. That's why I'm the kind one. Of course, he's a living person. I mean, former visitors. I came here from a different world than you. Got it?

"Not an answer."

"Right. It's not the answer. Yeah, it's suicide, the reason to stop suicide. Me, I was reincarnated here from an accident, and people like that hear pity. But if you're a suicidal person, that's what they say."

The girl turns a mean grin to Kosuke.

"No body, I said. Your reasons for stopping suicide are over. [M]

Hey, Cro. Why don't you listen to me?

This world must be fun, huh?

At least much more than the world you were in. "

The inviting voice made me think of some devil's whisper.