I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where's the Way Home?

The ground was red and black.

My vision was blurred and my legs were like sticks.

It feels like my body is not moving and nothing like I've ever experienced before.

Something came out of my mouth. I heard a noise from inside my body.

Without a doubt, there was no room to deny it, no need to think about it, decisively, it was the limit.

White girl nestled in front of you, her name is Stella as far as status goes. Fighting her was a completely one-sided battle. In the first attack, I was struck by an overwhelming difference in velocity with her without being able to plunder the attack. For her, my attacks were not enough to be taken, as if I could handle them without hindrance.

But against me standing up, she slaps me with no expression. He even pulled in a spear for as long as he could and kept slapping my body with that fist.

Her white dress was stained red everywhere with my return blood, and her fists were wet with blood again.

Still, I didn't fall because sometimes I didn't have any pain, but more importantly, I didn't like to lose. Because it was unpleasant to lose to the brave, Finia and Lulu, and now this white girl, and even Leila.

"... I don't know, why do you do that to protect the demons behind you?

"... Boob... Well, why... was it..."

She's talking to me, leaning her neck wonderfully. I'm kind of out of my mind anymore, but yeah... I don't know why I'm not falling... it's definitely the limit, and I can't do anything more.

I did, both when I fought the brave and when I fought Leila. I can't win, ever since I've been in this world, I've been losing. And every time I lose something important.

I fought Leila, and I lost my left eye.

Fighting the brave, they took away an important bond.

What's left of me when that witch robs me of my face, which is my bond with Shimochan? Just the weak, brittle, pathetic myself who just lost, and Leishe and Leila.

How many times have I lost it? How many times do you lose and how many times do you get robbed like this?

This world wasn't nice to me, and so was the original world, but why am I seeing this? Irrational, unpleasant, dislike.

"I don't want to be robbed anymore, just..."

"Take it away, is it?

"Finia and... Lulu, you too... it was a bond I, desperately... lived and got... it took away... I won't let you take away any more...!

So even Leila won't allow what's in my hand to go away. That's why I'm standing here. I don't want to lose any more so they don't take it away from me or lose it.

I don't want you to lick me if that's analogous, pitiful, outrageous, or badly dressed. I'm going to stick to it, and I'm going to eat it as badly as I can.

"Even if they killed me... I can't lose..."

I won't lose any more... I won't let you take anything more important of mine -!!

Moment after moment, my heart was huge - beating.

"Gu......!?

I suppressed my chest in an aggressive manner.

And further change strikes me. The blood became hot as it boiled and was found to accelerate. And as soon as I got there, my vision, which was dark, widened. One thing at a time is clearly visible. The humming sound of my body stopped. The tremor in his legs, which was like a stick, stopped, making it easier for him to breathe painfully all at once.

I thought "imminent death experience" was activated, but if you see how many injuries have not healed, you can see the difference.

Then what? What's happening?

―――

Then, for the first time, the white girl in front of her showed a change without expression. Even so, though I just opened my eyes a little.

If you don't know what it means, but your body moves, and you don't have any physical stiffness, you can still do it.

I squeeze Leila's black knife, which I never let go of this far, and capture her white in her clearer sight. Poking at the knife, she undone her open eyes and returned to her faceless face.

"I don't know what happened... but you are so - beautiful right now"

That's what I said. In her hand, a bee and a noise make a blue and white spear. Even Leila was frightened by the threat, that spear of destruction. Burning lightning to kill God.

But now for no reason... I'm not scared.

"If you're going to talk, I want you to say it with more emotion."

"I don't mean to, but let's remember"

I don't know what the change that happened to me is, but now I'm wondering... I don't feel like losing.

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Let's talk about the power (things) of 'unique skills' in this world.

This' intrinsic skill 'thing is a pretty powerful force, unlike the normal skill you normally have.

There are also considerable types and differences in this power, as is the skill of the demonic eye system, as is the case with Leishe, or the skill of the only one of its kind, as is the case with the brave.

And being innate in relation to the title, or innate in relation to blood muscles, is basically the power of an innate genius.

Very rarely, however, there are instances where 'unique skills' are awakened acquired.

Originally, 'Inherent Skills' is a force that everyone possesses and not everyone can awaken.

That's, for example, the result of years of desperate effort, or some strong shocked applause, for a variety of reasons, but what we have in common is something big for that person - that's what awakens me with so much to come from who I am before.

And its power has also been comparable to that of innate, producing numerous heroes in history.

And some became kings of a nation, and created a kingdom that will remain for generations to come.

Some faced evil dragons that plunged many humans into despair and saved the world.

And some turned all nations against their enemies to protect their loved ones, and turned their might.

Moreover, numerous heroes have wielded their power, but the horror lies in the fact that they are 'usually the best in skills'.

This is an easy example of the "Light of Hope" of a brave man, but all this "Inherent Skill" is usually a force at the top of the skill, and as long as any skill is usually a skill, it cannot override the influence of "Inherent Skill".

Therefore, in those who possess it and those who do not possess it, an absolute inequality arises. No matter how much you win with swordsmanship or physical abilities, winning or losing is sometimes overshadowed by the presence or absence of 'unique skills'.

It's so powerful by now. The power of 'intrinsic skills'.

- So, about the change that happened to orange noise here.

His greater desire not to be taken away, and his greater determination not to lose, led him to go beyond the damage to his own flesh, his dying state but his spirit and sense exceeded his limits.

The sharpened spirit crosses the unconscious realm of stunning and reaches the back of existence, the soul -!

As a result, his senses forcefully release the limiter of the brain that man is constantly imposing on himself, to the good that there is no physical pain.

The muscles will cause muscle strain if they move a little, and even the nerves will wear out enough to rub off.

But it has nothing to do with orange noise without pain. If you can make it work, if you can survive, it doesn't matter what happens later. Yes, it was in the orange noise that confronted the threat of an apostolic...

- "I won't let you take everything," ready to die.

The readiness made a huge difference to him. Yes, that's the awakening of 'unique skills'. What the Apostle felt was a mighty sign by his awakening and the pure readiness and thought held by the orange noise. The feeling of purity seemed very honorable to her.

And the orange noise had yet to realize its awakening, but was unconsciously trying to exert one scale of its power.

―――

Since the orange noise awakened to its inherent skill and showed its willingness to continue fighting...... that is, since the apostle, Stella, created the lightning spear again and allowed the fight to resume.

The orange noise was' all over 'her attack, whether she was serious or imminent to kill

"... why the hell...?

Stella takes a distance and squeals like that.

Orange noise spears as if they were prejudging their movements. Yes, that's what Layla couldn't react to, even with that comet blow (...).

I laughed thinly, and the orange noise moves creepily. Each time, you can see a thousand muscles cut and blood vessels torn. Blood flowed from all over my body, my face faded but my spare expression, creepy - I was scared.

"- visible (...)"

That's how the orange noise squeals and laughs.

"Now... any attack is going to be damning."

I felt that no matter how destructive, no matter how fast. The flesh exceeds its limits, feeling it collapse, but still the orange noise moves. The sensation spreads a spark, passing on more, more electrical signals of the brain, beyond the physical tolerance.

Clear vision eventually lost color, lost sound, and everything looked like a line drawing just contoured. On a bright white background, it becomes a sight like that drawn with black lines, and no extra information comes in.

Obviously dangerous areas, burning lives and orange noises stood there.

"… why do you scratch so much? Why shelter the demons there? Is it that important for the demons there?

So Stella asks. Again, I wonder why I did that.

The Demons are human enemies, and there's no reason for human orange noise to risk their lives that much. Yet the orange noise burns its own life and comes up against itself, the apostle.

Is it worth getting him that far in the demon tribe there? Why would he do that?

However, even when asked, the orange noise ears have already blocked the hearing function. Alive is a strange state of affairs. If we move any further, the orange noise will really die.

For some reason, the imminent death experience is not activated. Probably because of an awakened 'intrinsic skill', but that fact was fatal to orange noise today.

……

"Don't you have ears to listen to..."

"Tight you!

"Mm..."

and so, between Stella and Orange Sound, Leila has intervened, bewildered and unable to move by her own mind until earlier. Standing in front of a fluttering orange noise, his body blocks him from stellar protection.

"No more... tight, don't hurt you"

"... is that because you're after him? Or because he's your prey?

Leila staring at Stella, seeping in tears. I didn't even know the orange noise was going to protect Leila, Stella, but I didn't understand how Leila was going to protect the orange noise either. I had no idea why they would do that, a hostile relationship.

So I asked Leila why. She answers the question.

"I don't know! But... tight watching you get scratched... my chest is messed up... I don't like it!! So tough. Don't hurt you any more...!

I didn't know the answer. She doesn't know why she doesn't want the orange noise to scratch her or why she's trying to protect the orange noise.

But I don't like anything I don't like. True, it was selfish and selfish, and it was her kind of answer.

"... I don't understand... but I know there's no hostility between you and him"

"... eh"

"Good, your thoughts of being human and demonic but trying to be together are pure and do not feel the need to purify. I must go after the brave, and let's get out of here."

And to that answer, Stella decided to withdraw.

I found out that the two thoughts of not being sensed, not understanding, just being together in a relationship between a human and a demonic race were real.

Or maybe you felt the possibility, that there exists a 'demon tribe that doesn't have to be purified'.

"Let's apologize for the wasted injury we caused you. Sorry, sir."

"Huh? Ah... yeah"

With Stella bowing her head, Leila is taken aback.

But as the orange noise body behind him swayed forward and fell on Leila's back, he rushed to support his body. Seeing it, his eyes were open, but he seemed unconscious.

"Tight you... Tight you, hold on - heh!

Leila calls desperately, letting her sleep on the ground supporting the orange noise. Then, the Immediate Death Experience was activated so that the unique skills were removed or replaced.

Gain twice as much resistance as Stella's Attack and her wounds heal with tremendous momentum. The body of orange noise, which gained a greater tolerance than it did when Leila, completely healed all wounds in more than a dozen seconds of things, connecting the beat of orange noise's life.

"... ha... good..."

Layla strokes her chest down like she's relieved from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing her like that, Stella walked over to the orange noise that remained on the ground and crouched next to her. He then peered into the orange noise's face and saw the orange noise's left eye with his dewgrass colored eyes.

"... these left eye won't heal."

"Ah... yeah, looks like it..."

"Really...... ok. Then I'll fix it."

"Huh? Can you?

"I apologize for the waste of my injuries, and I apologize. May I?

After thinking a little about Stella's words, Leila concluded that it would be good if they were cured, and she nodded one thing about her words.