Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

"Uh-oh, I'm not dying, I'm dying!!

Sorry for the sudden, but I was being attacked by a herd of wild dogs in the wilderness outside the village.

Even I was going to fight at first.

But now he's also throwing his sword and fleeing with a fierce dash.

Not exactly a wild dog, but a monster called Crazy Dog.

I don't know if the mad dog stays that way, but it's much bigger in size than the average dog I imagined. My legs trembled when I saw the eyes of the beast, giraffed by its madness, peeling its fangs and draping yodales from its mouth.

Dogs flock.

There would have been ten of them, and when they were asked to crusade in the village Adventurer's Guild, they thought there was no way a man with a weapon could lose when he was a dog.

I was licking a different world fantasy.

Surrounded, myself eaten to death by these guys.

As soon as the end of the road came to mind, I couldn't fight anymore.

"Ahhh."

I can see you got a zak bite in your ankle from behind, I don't feel any pain for some reason.

My brain is slowly calmly grasping things, even though my heart is pounding like it's about to explode.

Dog-eaten wounds are fortunately not that deep with thick trousers fabric.

More problematic than that is that the fangs of a rabid dog eat into the meat of his ankle and don't leave.

Even if I drag him away as a shepherd, the mad dog takes my leg freedom while he eats it in my ankle.

Stay calm, fly through the air and slowly roll forward.

Fluffy falls to the ground and feels the soil, whilst staying gobbly and forward.

So I realized, "Uh, me, you're going to die."

I've seen it in some movies, and it's going to be a slow motion before he dies.

That wasn't a performance, it was actually a phenomenon.

My body's on the ground, Don! And I got slapped.

Sleeping on my back, I'm thinking about relaxing over this period to see if the next thing I see is the running light of my life so far.

My predictions were betrayed.

Over my chest, the heavy body of Dosun and the mad dog fell.

It didn't hurt when he bit me, but if Crazy Dog jumped me over my chest, it would be heavy, and it hurts sooo bad.

Crazy dogs try to eat my head, open my big agate in the face.

Lots of white, sharp fangs grow in my bright red mouth.

Oh, this guy's back teeth are decaying.

The last sight you see before you die won't be dog tooth decay or anything.

At the very least, I gave up and meditated, thinking you were the face of a lover I'd left in the original world or something (hey).

I can't stand to see, like, the moment I'm eaten.

- Zach.

I heard a dodgy collapse and the weight of the dog disappeared from my body.

Oh, is this death already?

If you think it hurts, it doesn't hurt to die.

That's a different world fantasy.

Will there be a game over or something to display, and I don't mind that.

It's not a joke that a bunch of dogs eat up their flesh and suffer and die whilst walking around.

It just wasn't, but there is...

As I kept my eyes meditating, I quickly noticed my ankle hurting with gin.

Aww, that hurts!

I didn't feel the pain running down my ankle and opened my eyes.

Oh, the sky is blue.

I'm not dead yet, I'm still sleeping on my back.

I woke myself up slowly, caring for my ankle so painful, I was in a sea of blood all around me.

A splatter.

"What is this, my blood?

That's not true, the corpse of a mutilated and desperate dog is rolling all over there.

It's these guys' blood.

The dog, who was comfortable with my body and was about to bite, had a knife pierced and his head cracked puckered and his pink brain overflowed.

And a little further away, I found a woman warrior stabbing her first straight knife in the last one of the dogs who was completely surrendering.

Cueen and a slight dog's desperate scream echoed.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, well... somehow"

She is a lightly dressed female warrior wearing a thick leather jacket and black fastian (clothes like cheap jeans with thick cotton cloth) trousers. It's a light outfit for a warrior, but I guess it's gear that emphasizes ease of movement. If you look at a straight knife with a blunt glow and a boneless design, you can simply tell it's strong.

The red hair, brighter than the colour of the blood stretched out to her shoulders, is unwrought in a ponytail and rocked high. Gatai was big for women, and the untrained flesh was as thin and stylish as a shedding blade.

Obviously the deep face of a Western sculpture, it looks so beautiful to me as a Japanese. When I was younger, I was about mid twenties.

Wow. Beautiful sister, I would have sniffed if I were normal.

If the face and body were not dirty with the returned blood that slashed the dog, and if he was not in possession of the loose ends pattern.

I'm sorry to ask you for help, but that miserable look scares me more than crazy dogs.

"Can you stand?"

"It's okay......, tsk"

Shit, my bitten ankle is hurting so bad.

I bought Fastian's pants and wore them in the town store, too, but the thick cloth is tearing into the billies and the blood is spreading with Ziwer over my pants.

Pretty deep wounds and I can't stop bleeding. I just saw it, and I'm feeling sick.

"I could use a light allowance."

"Um, don't you have a recovery potion?"

I was getting weak, and I said that sweetly.

The look on your sister's face gets harsher.

"I've never had one, but you know how much potion is going to cost"

"Uh..."

Where in the village was the recovery potion sold?

I'm a village tool shop, equipped with gold I sold hand-held tools from different worlds.

I don't even know the market for the recovery potion because I took on my first job at the village Adventurer Guild (and, liquor and lodging) and I just came here.

"The wound healing potion is a piece of silesier silver, no matter how cheap the store is. You were asked to crusade in a liquor store earlier, but how much did it cost?

"Uh, it was five big copper coins"

One silver coin is worth ten big copper coins.

I know exactly what this sister wants to say.

I have a recovery potion, but I want to say that if I use it, I will have a deficit.

Even I come from modern Japan, I know how important gold is.

I'm so hurt that I can't walk, if you have it, I couldn't imitate screaming for you to just give me that healing pill.

I'm in a weak position to have you help me where I'm dying.

"If you know what I mean, just drink it."

They threw it away before the fight. When I took the blue colored medicine bottle out of the rucksack, the warrior's sister gave it to me.

"Are you sure?"

"You can't move on that leg, I'll take the fee instead. Plus, if you buy and sell crazy dog meat and skins, you're not in deficit."

To put it that way, your sister took the task of removing the knife and dismantling the corpse of the dog that was silently rolling.

I drink up the blue liquid I got.

It has a slightly bitter taste and spreads the drug effect on the body.

The torn trousers would not return, but the wound was almost blocked.

Thanks, and I took a breath of ho.

But one dog's belly was torn apart, and I was feeling more and more desperate when I saw my sister taking out her gut, which was standing in the hot air with the hockey.

This is brutal real fantasy.

I was supposed to be a mediocre high school student in Japan, and when I realized it, I was being flown into a European-style village.

When I saw unfamiliar products lined up at the end of the village, I realized that apparently I had not just teleported to Europe, but that it was a different world fantasy world, as I had just followed.

An exhilaration that makes my chest hot then.

I, too, jumped up and gladly came to the monster crusade when I finally had a chance to be a different world brave man.

This is the result of my first monster opponent wielding a sword.

Being a hidden geek high school student, I'm a little familiar with fantasy stories.

The classics of this hand are loaded firmly. Separately and properly previewed of summons, reincarnation and metastasis. I also love the latest interracial summoning stuff.

Use its knowledge as a Lanobe reading to determine the current situation.

He said this wasn't a game world, it wasn't an easy fantasy, it was a classic real fantasy!

If this was the world of fantasy games, the dog-shaped monster that your sister slashed to death would have turned into an item like 'Crazy Dog Meat' or 'Crazy Dog Skin' in an instant.

But a sea of bright red blood spreads before his eyes, and the corpse of a dog being stripped of his guts and skinned exposes him to a grotesque likeness.

This means that you can't expect a remedy that tends to be in an easy fantasy, such as an understandable level system, convenient magic, or convenient player cheats.

Instead, if you get alarmed, you die in an instant.

It's a tough world.

Plus, it definitely hurts so bad when you die.

I never liked it again when I remembered the terrible pain in the wound that the big dog bit me earlier.

My stomach is hurting already, I want to go home soon......

"If you're free, can you gather the burning trees?"

That's what your sister told me when I couldn't help dismantling the animal.

Honestly, I felt so much easier picking up burning trees than watching the gruesome demolition scene bogged down.

"Uh, seriously, what do we do?"

I squirm with bumps and squeeze my head with my dead tree gripping hands.

I, the modern kid, have no power to survive this mess.

Until just now, I took it personally that I was a brave man summoned to another world.

The reality is that instead of killing a monster, we don't even have the knowledge and experience to turn that body into meat and skin.

"You have too much gut glow. I can't."

The fantasy novel had no such portrayal.

Certainly in a maniac game, there was no such thing as animal dismantling skills.

Just rip it off with a knife.

Maybe even I, the amateur, can imitate it if I'm proficient.

But being able to dismantle 'physically' is completely different from being able to dismantle 'feelingly'.

For the modern kid, meat is processed and superlined.

If you have that survival skill to survive, adventurers and hunters, I would never want to.

You know how I feel or not.

When the female warrior's sister lit the burning tree I had picked up, she happily began to burn the dog's guts in a frying pan.

"I can eat meat later, and I can make it into dried meat, but my liver hurts right, so I can only eat it when I hunt. Umee."

"Ha..."

I was advised to eat the dog's gut.

I do have a hungry stomach, the sound of juice and baking is appetizing, as well as the smell of burning fat that looks delicious.

I thoroughly tried the hot, standing moss served on a wooden plate.

"Good......"

"Come on, eat as much as you can."

I had the image that the lever was bitter, but that's not true at all.

I rather find it sweet on my tongue. It's not good.

Fresh crazy dog hormones had a soft but also moderate tooth texture, and I could eat as much as I wanted because of the intense fat flavor and the feeling of going through my throat sully.

I'm talking about selling the meat dry, but when I let them eat just a little, this one tasted very good with a protein flavour.

The conversation would have been bouncing if we had surrounded the burning trees and eaten dinner together, and I would have gotten along with nature and my sister.

Her name is Louise Carlson.

Louise seems to be a common name in this Silesier region.

It's like Hanako in Japan, or no one with a name like Hanako, but it's a medieval fantasy.

Louise's profession is a female warrior, after all, she uses a straight knife but can use anything she gets, and she can ride horseback and fight. Her age, by the way, is twenty-four.

I'm seventeen, so I'm seven years older.

"There is..."

"What is it?"

I accidentally got out of my mouth. Well, even if I'm an ant, he's better off.

Blah, not even if I'm out of depression on a woman right now.

Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet.

My name is Takeru Sado. Sophomore year in high school.

"What kind of profession is that?"

"Eh, what is it..."

Student titles would not prevail in this otherworldly kingdom of Silesier.

If so, what, will you be unemployed? Are you unemployed Neat......

It seems impossible to be the brave man of my ideal demon sword, and I have to find something to do with it.

Louise seems to have followed me from where I get my request in the Adventurers Guild because it's too dangerous.

I guess so, even now that I'm calm, I think I'm dangerous when I'm manicured by the aftermath of a metastasis in the other world.

And now he's turned away from manic and depressed.

Louise doesn't look unfathomable, she actually seems like a lot of kind people, so when she asked me if I had a job that was right for me, she told me I shouldn't just do adventurers.

"If it's your arm, you'll die before you gain experience"

"Yes......"

You're right, Master Louise.

"The way you waved your sword was a little strange but sensible fat. So I thought maybe I could fight, and I'm late to help."

"Uh, I see."

My sword muscle is Kitamachi.

Even so, I wasn't playing Kendo, I was a homecoming department in high school.

When I got home early from school, I used my spare time to read books on old-fashioned swordsmanship and wave a wooden knife.

I also like Musashi Miyamoto, so I was going to read the Olympic book and become a swordsmith.

The so-called middle two sickness is the one, you're already in high school, but middle two is weird, right? Yeah, you can laugh. You're about to laugh here, right?

But as a laughable reality.

Halfway through that can be life-saving on the battlefield.

The Law of Life has gone to the ground where the injuries originated.

I'm weak.

We cannot live in this cruel world where civilisation is developing, where, on top of insecurity, there are even fierce monsters.

Yeah, it's kind of getting dark again.

Anyway, the dog's gut is fine, so let's eat it full.

And if I help you carry the skin and meat to the village, I'll give Louise a good thank you and sit down, but I'll get you a good job that I think I can do.

Day one of descending into another world.

I can't be proud that I might be the brave one from another world.

What a sweet assumption that even if you die, you're just going to be game over.

It had disappeared from the moment Crazy Dog nearly killed me.

I just don't want to die, I want to survive at all costs.

I hoped so strongly.

The rabies who tried to kill me have been killed by even stronger Louise and made into delicious meat to feed their lives.

I must live in this cruel world of weak and forceful eating.