Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

The future is not ahead of the world as it continues.

The world is supposed to extend further into the past.

Excerpt from Myself in the World by Yonghong Orange (Titty Oogu).

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It was a place surrounded by such earthy rock skin, which could not hide its brittleness when it came to rock walls.

Top, bottom and side, covered in the same earthy rock, you can't find any other color.

Is it because of its breadth that you feel such a place but not breathless?

The space with sufficient lateral width and height to the ceiling was stretched back and forth to form a tunnel.

Exactly a natural cave or something.

In a place like that...

The thoughts and emotions of the Charcoal Harajuku heirs (Sumi Haraguchi) were at the extreme of confusion.

"- What?"

With my first breath, this was the word I was finally able to squeeze out.

It was a word that could not even be described as a single letter, but the heir herself was surprised that a voice came out of her mouth.

I put my hand on my mouth to be sure, I was even more surprised by the feeling of my own breath in that hand, and realised the fact that my hand moves freely before then, and I was stunned.

"- Alive...?

Such an idiot, the heir thinks.

It shouldn't have been a helpful amount of bleeding.

So I turn to my own clothes in a hazy way.

It wasn't a bright red white shirt stained with blood that was there, it was a white shirt in a bright white uniform.

Seeing it, the idea that everything that happened on that bus was a dream passed the head of his heir, but denying it was also the uniform he was wearing himself.

It's a mess.

Ripped and flayed everywhere, as if running the blade appropriately.

Such a changed look in the uniform tells me that that is still not a dream.

Then - and touch my neck.... None.

Even with shoulders, arms and torso, there was still nothing there that was supposed to be.

Even though the uniform was a mess, not a single scratch existed in the body of the heir beneath it.

"What the hell...?

No way. Not what happened on the bus, but this situation is a dream right now? Thought so, but it's too real for that.

There is a lucid dream in a dream where you can dream and be aware of it, but in the experience of your successor, in a dream is such an uncertain and unstable thing that even places and times shift just a little distracted.

Compared to that, it was now too realistic. The coolness of the air I inhaled and the hardness of the ground I feel on the soles of my feet were too real for me to think this was in my dreams.

"Then I knew............... did you help?

The heir looks around.

It was a cavernous place formed of gobbly brown rocks.

The height to the ceiling was as high as four or five meters, and while the road width was not necessarily constant, it was also as wide as four or five meters.

It seemed pretty spacious, but it looked like a normal cave to my heir's eyes.

The heir touches the walls of the cave with a pet, and spins his thoughts as he ascertains its feel, but this situation is still strange no matter what he thinks.

Even if you helped out of that condition, the place you should be right now should be in a hospital or an ambulance. It is in the cave, no matter what. I'm not talking about unnatural places.

No, if you were in a hospital or an ambulance right now, that's still weird.

Because the injury itself, which should be the reason for being transported from the heir himself to the hospital, is disappearing.

She is in great physical condition. Doctors will annoy you that you came to the hospital with such a comfortable body.

(Then, after all, is that a dream? No, but the uniform is worn out...)

The heir literally roared with her head in her arms.

If you force yourself to logically explain this situation, this is what happens.

His heir suffered from a serious death in a car accident, but was immediately transported to the hospital and miraculously his life was saved.

However, the consciousness of the inpatient relay did not return, and the consciousness did not return even when the injuries sustained came to a complete healing.

Someone left such an unconscious heir in a cave for some reason.

Let me wear the worn out uniform I put out for cleaning without throwing it away for some reason.

And the abandoned heir woke up there in good time - to this day.

"Yeah, no"

I should have thought about it most realistically, but the heir held her head again for not much improbability and unintelligibility.

"Then what is this situation..."

My heir was on her way alone, that was when...

It sounded like a stone rolling.

When his heir turned to you haphazardly, he appeared from the shade of the rock at the end of his gaze.

He would be over one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. He was all gassy and wore a single yellow shirt that would have been formerly white on his body, as well as trousers that would probably have been made of leather, and boots that looked like leather as well. The hair was faded brown, holding a wooden bucket in his left hand and a tulle hash in his right hand to shoulder it.

It was a man.

The man who showed up also noticed his successor and turned to him.

He was the successor who was surprised for a moment by the man's sudden appearance, but I honestly thought it was helpful to see people in caves where I didn't even know the exit, and I tried to talk to the man, but hesitated immediately.

Because I have eyes for eyes. With a man's blue eyes...

Huh? and the heir gets confused again.

The man's face was deep in digging and had bright blue eyes to show in Brown's hair. It looked like it was forty years past or something, but I didn't know it was clear because my heir and I were racially different.

Yes, the race was different.

The man was clearly not Japanese.

(No way, this isn't even Japan...?

The man, who had a surprising eye for his hardening heir, eventually frowned a little reluctantly.

"Hey, no tags. If you're going through, go through."

and releases “words” toward his successor, thumbing across the rock shade where the man himself came.

But when the heir hears that “word," she opens her eyes and hardens further, never responding.

When a man tongues as frustrated by how such a successor looks,

"If you're not going through, don't get any closer until I'm done!

That's what I said. I turned to my successor and made him try to be mildly awesome.

To his successor, who still showed no reaction, the man, when he tongued again, turned to the cave wall without saying anything more, and began to wave the tsuruhashi down its rock wall.

The sound of a man swinging down a tsuruhashi against the wall sounds.

In the meantime, his heir's head was in a state that could be described as panic.

That was after hearing the man's "words," waving a tsuruhashi at the end of his gaze.

Until just before, my heir's worries were elsewhere.

Look at the foreign-style man in front of you, isn't this Japan? Then you wouldn't even speak Japanese. Can you reach the Japanese Embassy if you are not confident in your English grades….

It was to this extent at best.

But why don't you open the lid?

The heir understood perfectly what the foreign-style man said.

That would normally be the place to rejoice. I was worried that the words might not make sense, and I found that to be a concern. It would be a welcome place, if it were.

But it's not. It's coming through, so you're not welcome.

The heir did understand the man's “words”.

At the same time, however, it was as if a man's manipulative language was not the language of any country.

I heard it from a man's mouth. That, of course, was not Japanese. And if it's not English, it's not Chinese. It was a language that my heir had seen and heard through the media and elsewhere in her previous life, unlike any other language, which she did not hear at all.

Even so, I understood.

The meaning of a line of unfamiliar sounds pronounced from the man's mouth - "words” - was found.

The thought of his successor had stopped altogether.

I finally realized that things were far from what I could think of and get to the answer.

I wanted someone to tell me what was going on.