Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

Prologue

Twenty xx years, one day of February, winter.

Me, Ip Tai Horida (like I did) is 27 years old this year. I live alone, age = no girlfriend, virginity, dropped out of high school, ex-pull.

He currently works in a metal processing plant in Ota-ku, Tokyo.

"It was such a cold day when Tanaka died..."

Think back to the hard past as you finish your work and tobottom-up on the cold home route.

In high school, when I was a pull - that was never an exaggeration to say hell.

Takaji Tanaka and my friend were jerked off by three DQNs in the same class at a private high school at the bottom where the anti slip intention was only received there.

We're both thin, and I guess they looked at us because we seemed weak.

Beating, kicking is normal.

Cuttlefish, gut-burning pressing cigarette fire against arms, masturbating in front of DQN and the others, drinking & licking potty water - I have no idea when I lift it up.

My classmates are afraid to wind up, so they don't get involved.

I'm glad you're here. I don't want to avoid rubbing it and pretend not to see it.

Me and Tanaka, too, didn't have the courage to defy them and just kept getting jerked off in silence.

Upon entering high school in two years, only I was freed from their figs.

My class has changed.

Tanaka and DQN are in the same class, and I'm the only one who gets away with it.

Neither did they bother to jerk off until they crossed the class. As a result, the spearhead concentrates on Tanaka. But I didn't want to help Tanaka.

Just a sigh of relief to be freed from the fig.

I was the only one trying to save him.

The incident occurs before the two-year winter break.

I was distanced from my surroundings because I was a former fighter, and I always had lunch alone.

Behind the school building is less popular in winter than eating in the bathroom. So lately it was much colder but I was eating lunch outside.

Tanaka and the DQNs were gathering there.

Tanaka is seated completely naked on the ground, her whole body wet and trembling with water.

Apparently it was a bucket of water left outside, with dead leaves sticking to his body.

The DQNs laugh so hard that it seems to be fun and shoot on their smartphones.

Tanaka noticed me and turned to me for help.

The three of them notice their gaze and look back.

"What are you looking at, Galici!

"Are you complaining? Ahhh!?

I was frightened by their voices and fled at first sight.

The expression stained with despair in Tanaka, which I have abandoned, is now vividly remembered.

I'm sure you'll never forget it.

That night, Tanaka hanged herself on a park slide and killed herself.

He had left a suicide note and accused the three of being jerked off.

The school side immediately suspended the three for life.

By disposing of it immediately, the school sought an early convergence of the case.

After disposition as the school side aimed, it became a discussion between the victim and the perpetrator.

The discussion will be resolved in about a month.

On the part of the perpetrator, it was resolved by paying the victim's parents a large apology.

Tanaka's suicide ended with a small ride in the local newspaper section.

Since that year, I've been in a cage at home.

Because he abandoned Tanaka, the burden of his suicide - and more than that, now that he's gone, suspension opens. I'm afraid DQN and their target will become me, so I can't get out of the room.

I pity myself for falling back, weak thoughts. But I couldn't really leave the room at the time.

In the end, I left high school voluntarily.

Ever since then, I've been in my room and embedded in cage games, cartoons, cartoons, model guns, modern weapon systems, etc.

Especially model guns, dumped on modern weapon systems. Often, I had dreams of shooting that DQN threesome in my hand with a real handgun, or chasing it around in a tank.

At the age of twenty, he is compelled to become an employee of a metalworking plant in Daejeon District, Tokyo, in his father's tsute, or leave the house with a million dollars in his hand.

A million is a lot of money. But it would only last a year at most.

I didn't have a choice.

But as it turned out, I'm glad. Even if you stay in a cage like that, there is no future just to be borne by your parents and sisters.

My parents also said, "I definitely passed Todai! 'And I have four younger brothers who are good enough to get a heartbeat from a teacher, so I guess I didn't even care if they were in my luggage.

In fact, I moved to Tokyo and haven't been contacted since I first lived alone.

I'm glad my parents cut me off, too.

I can immerse myself in my hobby without worrying about my surroundings.

More importantly, I will never see that DQN threesome again because of its distance from the local and Yamagata.

The oysters at the metalworking plant are harsh, but they don't wield unreasonable violence. The work also teaches me politely.

It's the difference between heaven and earth compared to that hellish high school life.

Originally, I was confident in the dexterity and delicacy of my hand. Thanks to my efforts to meet expectations again, I also acquired a lot of skill.

Although it still doesn't even reach under their feet compared to them called craftsmen.

I've been immersed in work for about seven years like this to forget my high school hell - but I remember Tanaka every time it gets cold in the winter.

I was wondering if he wouldn't have killed himself if I had the slightest courage.

Buy dinner lunches and tea at the usual convenience store.

"... now I can't take it back even if I'm a good man"

Walk through residential areas with gloomy sighs.

At a distance of about ten meters to his home, he noticed a suspicious person standing in the aisle.

I lean against the block walls, like I don't like the light on the street lights.

The moonlight made me blurry, but I was able to confirm my appearance.

Wear hoodies, jeans below. Aren't you cold? I'm not wearing a coat. Due to the leaning down, I can't confirm my face, but I can easily tell it's a man from his back length and skeleton, which is nearly 180 cm.

If you turn your back now because of the main road, you could turn the other person's nerves upside down.

I turned my eyes down to avoid getting tangled and tried to pass as far away from the target as possible.

"Hey, wait for me..."

They speak up, and they stop by accident.

The man walks straight for me.

When a man entered the range where the street lights lit up, his face could be confirmed.

Digging tattoos from neck to cheek with tiny pupils unfit eyes, bloody skin, beard, piercing open to nose.

Things have changed a lot, but I soon found out. It's a DQN threesome who was jerking me off, one of the leaders. But his name is... Suichi Soma.

"You've changed my life to the worst because of so much. Aah! What are you doing? Shit!"

"Ah, uh..."

Every time a man walks over, he noses for the smell of filth that makes him nauseous. I've read that if you do consume legal herbs online, it smells like this.

The opponent is not in normal condition. You should turn your back and run now.

But the hell of the past flashes back, my legs tremble and I can't move.

"Tanaka, shit! Horida, damn it! There's garbage like them! Shut up and die! Shit!"

Remove a cheap knife like the one a man bought for an even hundred yen from his hoodie's pocket.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Fear reaches its pinnacle and gives me a pitiful scream. Throw the convenience store bag you had in your hand, turn your back and escape with all your might.

The idea of bravely confronting and seizing doesn't even come up with fine dust.

I just scream and run.

Run, run, run, run, run - jump into the park.

But in the end, they catch up and push me out the back.

Some momentum was running, falling from his face to the sandbox.

The man stays on horseback and waves down the knife in both hands without hesitation.

"Guh...... guh"

The feeling of blood gathering 'bough' in the stabbed chest.

Heat irritates the nerves first than pain.

"Die! Shit! Shit! Shit. Awwwwwww!!!

Over and over again, the man hits the knife with a roaring, rib-breaking momentum.

I realized that my consciousness was rapidly distant at the border a certain number of times.

The woman's screaming voice is also as far away as if she is listening over the water.

The feeling of the eye lid getting heavy like lead and falling into a hole so deep that the bottom is invisible.

The last sight I saw was the mad face of a man bathed in his own return blood.

My consciousness is interrupted so that the TV screen is cut off.