10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Ha, I don't know what it means to have gone to another world or anything. Then why are you connected to the Internet?"

In a dark room, one man shrugs illuminated by the light on the monitor.

Routine surfing and bulletin board checks.

That day, a man found, "[Pull Neat] It sounds like he hasn't been out in 10 years and he's come to another world from home to home. [Escape?] 'It was a thread.

"That's a pull, Neat, paranoid, all the time"

A man typing letters into a catacata and keyboard.

"Well, I'm a pull neet, too....... Ha. How did this happen?"

Fumiya Endo, 21 years old.

A man who lives in Saitama Prefecture but lives in a rural area with sprawling fields, not in an emerging residential area more than Tokyo.

It was the day Neat, who dropped out of high school, found out about Eugene.

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"Goblins and shit. It's really cool CG. You a pro? Yeah? Video?"

At night, when my parents go to work, I eat and bathe. When you're done, fall asleep and wake up before evening. Watch the internet, chat on message boards, sometimes enjoy nettles and photographed cartoons, and the night dawns. A man who lived without such a strange philosophy.

Looking at the slate of insistence on being in a different world that has become routine, apparently there has been movement.

Goblin, a familiar monster in various games and fantasy novels and movies. The image and the video were uploaded.

"Which one...... Oh, I knew it was a video. Oh, come on, seriously, you're moving like that. And you're going to kill me. A weapon... bare hands, dare you."

A man who slaps and writes on a catacotta and keyboard. Apparently, although Kotehan is not the one, writing was becoming routine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The man mutters one monitor in front.

Apparently the strong type on the internet.

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"Whoa, whoa! Oh, my God!

The day after goblin images and videos were uploaded. More shock videos were uploaded.

He's got a pretty blue blood on his face, says the guy who sticks it in his computer.

"Steady quality. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't care what you think, thanks to Cottalow, all the time."

The man who saw the video of Eugene and Cotareau exorcising the monster for the first time was loud.

I hadn't noticed it myself, but it was the first time in years that a man had been moved so far.

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A man found out about Eugene on a casual peek board.

Then the thing is, the man resided on the bulletin board.

I was worried about calling when I heard that I had picked up the toddler, and when I heard that the toddler had become my sister-in-law, I wept blood, burst into laughter at Eugene's sister's frivolous identification, and days of jealousy when I knew that Eugene was rich.

The man totally stopped caring about "really different worlds or not" etc. That's good because it's funny, that was the man's real point.

If you're aware, you've discovered a slew that you went to different worlds for nearly a year.

Without being stirred up, the man enjoyed almost and Eugene's otherworldly life.

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"Come on, adventurer or something. Seriously, it's a game. Where can I stick from, all the time. Oh, you've accelerated the sleigh. Was there someone like this?"

Nearly a year after the man found Eugene's sleigh. Apparently, there has been another movement on the bulletin board, or Eugene, who is in a different world. A trio of adventurers came to Eugene's house.

I don't know, Eugene, seriously, you're not feeling too critical, the man who whines. The same is true of men who are pulling needy when there is no sense of crisis.

"Oh, are you still an adventurer? Is there a story here?

The man writes, "Hey, Eugene, I'm not reflecting at all." Soon the man was getting hot too. I saw an unreliable Eugene, and I could do better, let's give him some advice, and that was how I was feeling.

"Dude, this cool nit is awesome. Why is he here? The reward of asking an adventurer to bring you... Something that is home and worthy in different worlds...... Gems, gold and silver accessories, all the time. Come on, it's obvious and it's not funny!

A man who sticks himself in while writing himself down. Indeed, the content I wrote is too normal. The man said, "You, the Magic Miller?" 'Or you're a coin genius, and so on. He seems jealous of the talents of other residents. But normally, I don't need that kind of talent.

"Damn, I'm getting sleepy. But that Eugene negotiated or something because it was decided... Eugene alone or something, all the time."

Bulletin boards that celebrated the festival in a way. The man seems to have decided to watch Eugene, who receives the lecture of negotiation.

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"Looks like the pedestrians are cleared, and now Eugene is stable for now?... Steady, I can do humans when I'm cornered... Me too..."

A man who takes his eyes off the monitor and looks over a dark room.

Study desks I've been using since elementary school, books and cartoons lined up in bookcases. A high school reference set up in a corner catches my eye.

"... then. If I had acted then, I wonder if it would have been different..."

Bossy grunting man.

No one heard the voice.

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Slowly, a man walks on a dark night lane.

The destination is the nearest convenience store. Well, even if it's the nearest, it's half an hour's walk from the house where the man lives to the convenience store. Although Saitama is a rural area.

"It's been years since I've been out or anything. Exactly no people at night...... Aim is premium meaty!

Country roads without street lights. With a flashlight in his hand, a man in jersey speaks to himself out loud.

Walk alone on the night lane and speak aloud to yourself.

I also know that I am suspicious. But it's been three years since I've been out for a man. It's going to break my heart if I don't talk to myself about my resolve and my goals.

My own home with no change. My own room where no one can hurt me.

Though late-night country roads, this place is outside.

It was a world that was never nice to a man.

"... even that Heteroeuji went outside and had cancer. You can't do better than him, me."

Apparently, Eugene's hectic plenty gave Pull Neat confidence.

No, no, no, no, I can do better than him, that was the thought of the pulling Nettles residing on the bulletin board.

Safe premium meatloaf and give away, the man who returned to his room with ice cafe ole to be brewed at a convenience store counter. It is a great choice nonetheless. Apparently, I bought a recent popular product to confirm the strength of the convenience store for the first time in years.

An hour's walk back and forth.

I was in a convenience store less than 10 minutes ago.

A land so safe that it is not comparable to the other worlds where Eugene is.

Still, for a man, it was an adventure.

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Late at night.

The man leaves the room today.

Late night walks have been routine since I haven't been out to a convenience store in years.

I'm afraid to meet people.

But it makes me feel good to walk in the middle of the night with no one. Moving forward. That's what it feels like to a man.

A man walking down the stairs from his own room upstairs. Something on the doorstep catches my eye. Get close, make sure.

Brand new jersey and athletic shoes. And a 10,000 yen bill in a tea envelope.

The man knew right away, such as who put it down.

"Mother...... Oh, my God, here... Ha ha, unbranded jerseys and athletic shoes..."

Did the mother notice the man going out late at night, or did she find out on a unique neighborhood network in the countryside?

I don't have a letter or anything.

Still, communication with the hissing mother except for the delivery of rice and dishes to be placed in front of the room.

From the man's eyes, tears were quietly falling.

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March.

For the man, there was a slate that would be a big turning point.

"[Book Slate] Eugene Related Slate Common Off Meeting Held part1 [Validation Slate Common]"

It is a thread set up by Eugene's sister, Sakura's friend Hemi.

The off-duty meeting location is Utsunomiya.

From the man's house, one train without a transfer.

Compared to residents of other bulletin boards, they are blessed in places.

But.

Late at night, I was able to go out for walks and convenience stores where I wouldn't see anyone.

Still, the man hasn't gotten anywhere near a daytime outing or a lot of people.

"Go... But you just can't..."

People connected on message boards, mainly Eugene. I sent advice to Hetaleeuj, reprimanded him, and pushed him on the back for almost two years. The man had a sense of fellowship with them.

Similar menthes whether peeking in the day or at night. Things that seemed to be similar to Nettle's own were also reducing resistance to off-duty participation.

"Oh, there's a naughty guy. I know, I want to go, too. Slate people are good, but I'm scared and money until I go...... dude. Ha ha, pity me."

A man who repeats a strong statement online. But if you're really strong, you're not pulling a knit.

"Car, will you let me out... And the clothes store... what the heck, you're too kind... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.... Damn, then I'll go!

Man whining in a yake-fucking-mood.

Open a free email and email the exposed camera old man's address.

First daytime outing in years. Conversations with others.

Perhaps it was not the kindness of the sleigh inhabitants that made the man decide, but the fact that Hetaleyuji would give money.

Can he lose something? It was certain that such feelings were in men.

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"Ha. That was fun, yeah"

The day I finished camping off.

The way to go is the man who was taken by the camera old man's car to Utsunomiya. The train was used on the way home.

Sakura's friend Emmi arranged for me to buy clothes. I also cut my hair. No one in the shopping center paid attention to themselves. From the faces I met off, I was flattered that I should have been a clothesman, too. Spent some time in BBQ talking slowly with the same clothes group guy.

It's not crowded during the day of the week, and I want to try one last challenge.

The man who thought so took advantage of the train. Most of the time, I wasn't alone because I had several people on the same train.

Ugh, and a man who exhales heavily.

I know no one's here, but I haven't spoken in years.

"I'm home."

Being out during the day.

Being able to talk to the person you met for the first time.

that I bought clothes, cut my hair, and saw how others reacted and my sense of inferiority faded.

It may be normal for people.

Still, for a man, it was a great adventure.

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I haven't been out in the daytime in years, since I attended an off-duty meeting.

The man is ready to go out at noon.

Little by little, the man modified into a daytime life.

The mother, who had cut her hair and encountered a man in the morning living room wearing clothes purchased off-duty for an outing, was surprised, nagging and weeping without saying anything.

And a month ago.

When the father, mother, and man are all together for dinner while they are still around.

Besides, my mother cut me out to a man.

"You remember, my uncle at the liquor store who Fumiya missed. I'm running a convenience store right now, and I'm looking for people. Fumiya, why don't you give Fumiya a part-time job?

I want you to think about it for a second, that's what a man answers to his mother.

I worry about it for a few days, talk to the bulletin board, and remember the full work of the late night convenience store clerk I was going to.

And the man thinks about Eugene.

Heckly, Eugene lives hard in a world where there are enemy organisms for life. That pull Neat is killing monsters, pioneering forests, and even negotiating that I'm unfamiliar with.

Think of yourself in the past.

Even when I was cornered, I didn't act. I pulled it.

I understand that even part-time recruiting doesn't care about background or experience. I also understand that the current situation, which is adopted simply by telling them to do it, is an unthinkable blessing. I also remember my uncle who used to play with me when I was a kid.

The man made up his mind.

"Mom, I'll try."

A man who tells his mother.

No one could hear the little whine that Eugene couldn't beat me or anything.

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Cotehan, clothes set A.

Discover the bulletin board, reside, and exit the pulling neet.

Join the first campoff.

This triggered the convenience store byte to get out of Nite for the first time.

Since I started working, I didn't want to go to another world for the second campoff.

The third off is not a Eugene site group, but joins a forest park camp group that doesn't want to go to different worlds.

Since then, I will continue to work in a convenience store where my relatives are the owner store managers.

One man who stopped pulling Neat, just like Eugene, because Eugene went to another world.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.