The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The next day, as in the previous day, when I woke up in the morning and checked the net, the information popped into my eyes that the game I was playing couldn't be done until night with server maintenance.

I slept all day, so I decided to go out.

It's been a long time since I've even been around a mass retailer and tried to buy a lot of stuff.

A week ago, the dishes had to be replenished, too, because the draining basket with the dishes in the mountains was out of balance and most of the dishes were broken on the claps that fell on the floor, and the clothes had to be replenished with holes and thrown away.

I can buy some dishes online now, but it's not bad to go out on foot because I'm free anyway.

I weaved my jacket and went out the front door.

Now at the beginning of April, I'm still cold.

The sky pattern was cloudy and it was cold when I went outside, so I tightened the button on my jacket.

It's a weekday.

As we approach downtown from residential neighborhoods close to the mountains, many industrious people work soundly.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I felt overwhelmed.

I don't get guilty, and considering I used to be, I don't even want to go back in time, but I still feel somewhat uncomfortable.

I wanted to go home soon.

Almost to the mass retailer.

Walking along the sidewalk of a lonely shopping district, I noticed a mother and child walking forward.

It wouldn't be weird to have a kid this age if I was somewhere else in my life, too.

That made my chest painful.

If a man like this sees a child from behind, he could be suspicious.

Given the circumstances of yesterday, the children, whatever they are, the parents will not look good.

However, my parents and children were very slow to walk. You'd better get rid of it.

I thought so and made my feet faster.

"Ah, it's your father!

As soon as I walked past the side, I heard him talking like that.

Looking sideways, a girl waved her mother's hand and was about to enter the road through between the guardrails.

Looking forward, a large truck is looming.

Shit.

That's how I intuited it and followed it down the road.

Reach out to the girl who has already jumped out onto the road.

The mother in sight, with her eyes open and her mouth wrapped with both hands for some reason.

Is even screaming pushing him to death?

I wish I could help before that.

I grabbed the girl's flipped hood and clasped as much as I wanted.

My body is already coming around the middle of the lane.

Wave your arms all you want and throw the girl on the shoulder of the street.

Is he dead?

I prepared myself for death to strengthen my body.

But the shock won't come.

Instead, right next to my ear, the roar and storm thrust past a truck that avoided me in a critical way.

A liver-cooled driver would have sounded, the sound of the cluction echoing.

Ahhh.

A lifetime of crisis, nine deaths?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a mother holding a toddler girl crying.

What the hell was that?

Even after the couple got their due thanks and left the family, the excitement didn't start to cool down and the cold sweat wouldn't stop. My hands trembled. So I almost enjoyed shopping.

When I bought some dishes without being here, I stopped feeling like buying clothes.

In your spare time until night, buy a comic book and go home.

That's what I thought, and I started walking towards the nearby bookstore.

Use a back road like only the locals know.

On the way there was a trail by train.

It's a narrow trail that only pedestrians and originals can pass through, and the stick doesn't come down.

There was one boy there.

My legs are caught in the tracks.

He kind of can't take off his shoes, and he's having a rough time.

The route is operated by a third-sector railway company, very tightly run, known for its poverty, and uses huge old vehicles.

That's why it's not well maintained to such a small trail?

When the boy noticed me and turned this way, he looked at me.

Even though I don't know him personally, the word "help me" came through in eye contact.

I can't help it.

When I left my stuff and ran over to the boy, I looked at my shoes.

The shoes aren't velcro taped, they're lace sneakers, and there's like an unintelligible dango at the ankle.

Dango was a shoelace.

It's like spinning a half-dry spaghetti, so I don't know. It's a knot.

What the hell is going on?

How do you get such a knot?

Like this, if I solve it normally, it's going to take enough or so.

"I'll cut your shoelaces."

When I said, was the boy scared, he shook his head vertically with fierce momentum.

Even so, I'm not carrying a knife or anything.

Do you even rent scissors in a private house nearby?

But the train could come while we're negotiating.

You won't be so worried because it's a low number of routes, but you should hurry to hurry.

When I got back to my luggage, I picked one out of the plastic bags that contained the dishes I had just bought and hit the ground.

It sounds petty with Kashan.

Peeling the wrapping paper, the tea bowl was cracked without ever being used.

I did a waste of time.

But I can't help it.

Take the biggest shard and go back to the boy.

The sharp sides of the broken tea bowl were used, and the shoelaces were cut from the top in turn with bumps.

Finish cutting everything and loosen your shoes.

"Look, try to pull your leg out"

The boy put as much effort into his legs as he could.

But I can't get out.

That's when I heard a noise I didn't want you to hear.

It sounds like a trample.

They don't have a circuit breaker, but the noise sounds.

The train is coming.

I've never felt more anxious about that fact.

The boy has a more crying face.

Not if he says he won't pull out his legs anymore.

For times like this, the trail has an emergency alarm device.

Looking around, there was a proper alarm device to see if the installation was mandatory.

Press the alarm device at a glance.

The feeling of being firmly pressed is communicated to the hand, but there is no alarm.

Press twice or three times, but if smoke like wolf smoke doesn't seem to rise, it doesn't sound anything other than cancun.

... the type that doesn't make any noise?

I went back to the boy.

I don't know if the machine is working, but I can't trust it to go somewhere.

That would be best if you pulled the boy off the track.

"It may hurt a little, but be patient. Put your strength together."

I put my arms on either side of the boy and pulled as much as I wanted using my spine.

Still, the boy's legs are frightening.

I was thrilled to think when the train would show up.

"Do what you want with me."

When I said that and crouched in front of the boy, I left my body on my back with a snack.

Grabbing both wrists of a boy dripping in front of his chest, he mobilizes his spine, abs, femur, and all muscles to pull them out with a single bear-like procedure.

"Huh!!!

When I put all my strength into my voice all the time, I lost resistance to the pretense and rolled to the front.

In his ear, a train wheel called Gotthon Gotthon made a noise hitting the track.

I'm already close.

I grabbed the boy's arm and rolled to the side before I could get up.

The moment I rolled and stepped out,

ZOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Gattanga, Gattanga.

I heard a noise right around the corner.

Ah, hey...

I thought the machine wasn't working.

What a day it is.

The boy was falling beside me.

He has a severe pain running down his ankle, squatting as he says Itai Itai.

I called an ambulance.

Oh, what a day.

I put the boy in an ambulance, explained the situation, and if I realized, I didn't have time for lunch, and the sun was about to set.

No longer, I even feel like the world is about to kill me.

I thought I was going to die. I think that was about twice in my life, but what was twice in less than thirty years happened twice in one day is still unusual.

But even if it's a game, it's surprisingly common for items with a drop rate of about 1% to fall twice in a row.

Maybe that's what it is.

While pulling the cashier bag with the broken dishes, I decided to go home.

I'm not hungry anymore and I'm not willing to do anything.

I'm almost home. I thought, passing by the bridge near the house, the river surface was illuminated by the sunset to create a very beautiful sight.

Cloudy weather had somehow cleared up into scattered clouds illuminated by oranges.

Is this a reward to me for saving the lives of two children in one day?

It's comforting, too.

Only in return were words of gratitude, not even the cost of a tea bowl back, and there was no such thing as getting to know a beauty, like an erotic development.

This is the reward.

I thought so and decided to comfort myself.

And then, looking at the beautiful landscape, feeling better, I found the girl riding herself out of the columns and looking at the water, about half way across the short bridge.

Hmm??

I closed my eyes, blocked my ears, and felt like passing by.

I'm not twisted today.

Something bad must happen.

The girl dressed as active thinks the columns dry as iron bars, lifting her body with both arms loose as she looks at the landscape.

It's not an atmosphere of jumping off suicide, it just seems like you're doing something stupid.

If you look closely under the bridge, does the snowmelt water flow, the river is flowing fast and seems to be gaining some water.

No, no, no, no, no, it's okay.

I'm worried.

Just because a child was doing something dangerous, how many serious accidents does that lead to?

There is something called Heinrich's Law.

Also known as Hyali Hat's Law, behind one major accident is 29 minor accidents and 300 "do it, it was dangerous" experiences.

To put it the other way, even if you act dangerously 330 times, humans can do it 329 times with minor injuries or avoid danger.

That one time. No way I happen to come here.

That's what I thought, I tried to go too far, that's when.

A girl playing with her body shaking all the way through the driveway, the moment she happened to lose her balance, a big truck slipped through the driveway and a gust of wind pushed by the truck blew on me and the girl.

I'm not as stompy as I am, but I was made to lean a little.

When I remembered the chills and looked beside them, the sight that was supposed to end in worry had turned into a reality.

There is no girl who was there earlier.

I stood still as if I'd forgotten the act of surprise.

"How could this happen?" And I felt like sighing.

But it's not long enough to be able to sigh.

Right up to the columns, looking down at the river.

Then again, the girl is falling into the river, flowing beneath the river visible from the bridge.

He panicked and seemed to be drowning.

Can you save or can't you?

Even though I thought that was the problem, I was taking my clothes off.

I jumped right into the river in my underwear.

It's better to live or disappear than to live a scumbag like me.

As he fell into the river surface with the impact, the dreaded cold struck his entire body.

The river, where the upstream snowmelt water was melted, was too cold for humans to soak.

But you have to swim on the rabbit and on the corner.

Swimming in the water was actually the first time in four years in my life that both the pool and the sea had become remote.

I swim and swim and when I finally got to the girl, I eagled at the girl's clothes and almost drowned and headed to shore.

I can tell my body is getting cold.

Because I wasn't having lunch.

Since I lived a barren life, I guess I also snuck out of strength.

Reaching the shore with his life and managing to get the girl up to land, he no longer had the strength to crawl up.

I was swallowed by the water and flushed.