A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

There is a rattling and inorganic sound.

A loud vibration was transmitted to the wagon to match the sound, and the boy distorted his face. Just step on the pebble that rolls onto the street and the body jumps and vibrations are transmitted.

The road through which the horse-drawn carriage passes was too rough to call a street. It is made naturally by people walking around stepping on the ground, and the body jumps more frequently due to dotted irregularities. And every time the body jumps, the boy's body floats, transmitting shock and pain.

However, riding is not an appropriate expression. It should be said that it is loaded exactly like other luggage, and the position is the same as a wooden box packed with vegetables, etc.

(It's not funny how things are handled correctly...)

Boy - known in this world as Reurus, he sighs deeply and scratches his head looking back at his situation. The depth and manners of the sigh were unique to the younger boys, and it was a factor that made them look much older than their real age.

Reurus sits on his lap so as not to break the luggage that is packed to the brink of the vehicle's body, and looks like whether it will reach twenty years of age by looking only at the appearance. But the truth is, I just turned fifteen the other day.

The red-brown hair became rough due to a messy cut. Have eyes similar in colour to such hair and reach a height of 170 centimeters. It could be said that his face was quite ready, but the color of excess hardship and fatigue was ruined by eliminating it.

Wearing shirts and trousers made of cloth with a texture close to hemp and crude leather shoes at the feet, the clothes are worn out with holes in them.

If you look at yourself objectively, Reus thinks it looks like a dead tree. His height has grown considerably, but his body is too thin compared to his height.

Although there was some muscle attached, it was forced by necessity, and fat could not be applied no matter how much it was scratched. I have never been able to live with a diet that is sufficient to cover my fat, but that's why.

(The cows and pigs that used to eat were a much more blessed diet... they survived well. But if you suck at that, it'll be over soon....)

He occasionally makes his body jump to match the body of the vehicle and mutters inside. And Reurus, reflecting on his life to this day, sighed deeply.

Fifteen years of living in this world.

Days of distress that can be remembered as much as you close your eyes. It goes back a day, a week, a month, a year, and even more than ten years - even more than fifteen years of my age.

For him, who was given the name Reurus, there was an additional memory of nearly 25 years at the border of fifteen years. It is not a product of delusion, but a memory that exists as a fact.

It is a memory of a world that is different from the world that is currently living as a revulsion. In the era of the Heisei era, it was a memory of living as a Japanese in a relatively peaceful country called Japan.

Born into a normal family, raised normally, and graduated from a public high school before entering a vocational school. After graduation, he worked for an IT company and died in his mid-twenties.

I used to work as a programmer, but I guess it was bad to keep using my body for repeated holiday work and service overtime. My final memory is that I suddenly stopped moving on my way to the company and looked at the ground of the asphalt as it approached.

He didn't know, but it seemed like sudden death or instantaneous death. As a result of overwork, sleep deprivation, and even malnutrition, “he of the previous life” died in a small amount of time due to ischemic heart disease.

No matter how young he was, there were limits - and he was reborn.

In the world that once lived, the reincarnation was spoken of in various religions. I realized that I had fallen into that phenomenon, which I often saw and heard in subcultures yesterday, when I was three years old and lived in the world today as a revulsion.

To be honest, I thought maybe I went crazy at first.

When I fell on the way to work, I was put to sleep in a modern Japanese hospital room, and I wondered if I had been dreaming of becoming a plant human. Or maybe I hit my head when I fell down and got a different perception.

The IT industry is prone to criticism of what black is, but the reality varies depending on the company joining. In his previous life, he joined a company that could be described as medium-sized in the IT industry, but when asked if it was a black company, he would have quietly turned a blind eye.

It was not uncommon for some colleagues and seniors to break their bodies due to stress and hard work, and there were also those who fell down during a stroke, and Reurus thought that he did so himself. I kept sleeping on my bed and wondered if my current consciousness was in a dream or a semi-awakening dream.

I didn't think that the collapsed situation was the only situation in which I had been reincarnated after my death. Before I fell, I realized I was about to lose my mind, so I decided I was dreaming of being a baby on my bed.

However, it was too realistic to describe it as a dream, and it was also an equal amount of time for boring and humiliating and humiliating torture.

Days when you look up at the ceiling of a poor house made of wood, earth walls and straw and cry when you feel hungry, urinated, or bent. It is a traumatic thing to spend as a baby who cannot move satisfactorily and whose mother's breast milk can only drain saliva and manure.

It was like cutting off your dignity and sanity as an adult man, but still human beings are familiar creatures. For him, who was mentally worn out, all he had to do was get used to the frustrating sense of work that resembled crushing a program bug.

That's how I lived as a baby, but I wonder if it was Japanese temperament to think about a job that was interrupted by falling down.

How much inconvenience did you cause to your workplace as a result of your hospitalization? Do you still have your seat if you return? Will I get a retirement allowance even if I get fired? In that case, what should be done about the following positions?

I was happy to be able to sleep as long as I wanted at any time, but I was worried about what happened after I woke up.

Before I worry about my job, I need to contact the insurer and get through the process, so long as there are no sequelae in my body - and then I have this anxiety that comes out without removing it.

The reason why he adapted to “reality” was that after a year, he was able to move his body by his own will. Move your hands and feet tightly, crawl the ground, get up against the wall, and walk without help.

I was able to do such a thing on my own, and I finally wondered.

(... that? Isn't it too realistic to dream?

Should I think it's too late or too soon? The baby's body is inconvenient anyway, and most of the time he's asleep except for drinking and crying. My instincts as a baby that exceed my reason as a modern man force me to fall asleep even if I want to stay awake for a long time.

Still, in addition to the gradually extending activity time, the information conveyed by the five senses to the limbs that move according to their will. They were clear to deal with the events of the dream, and in him increased understanding and realism of reality.

However, it is only a slight understanding and sense of reality.

Since I became a social person, I didn't dream in my sleep, and if I could sleep, I would sleep like mud, so I couldn't confirm how I felt in my dreams. If others say it's a very realistic dream, it's only progressing to the extent that it's convincing.

Rather, it would be more scary to instantly think of being reborn with memories after death. It is more appropriate to think that life will continue if you wake up than you remember in your previous life.

Though he thought he had a very realistic long dream, he - Reurus - tried to gather the information around him. However, the prospects will soon be frustrated.

Beyond being a baby, it's only natural to have parents. It was not brought in by the konotori, it was not harvested in the cabbage fields, and there is no such memory in the memory of Reurus. There was also the possibility of test tube babies, but Reurus had proper parents.

The parents, but they often leave the Reurus alone. She is not abandoning childcare and does not seem to have the time and physical leeway to do it purely. She looks tired all the time and has a dark neighborhood under her eyes.

It looked just like the tired face of "my old self” that I saw in front of the mirror every morning, and I decided not to put my parents' hands on it as much as possible. I did not give up gathering information, but I warned myself not to cry at night.

During the day, when Reurus cries, the mother comes to see how she is, but as soon as she breastfeeds and cleans up her manure, she disappears. If you feel the thinness of your arms holding yourself and the roughness of your fingers stroking your cheeks, you cannot be dissatisfied with it.

Both father and mother are young, and it is the appearance of whether they can be called high school students in contemporary Japan. The father thought that his hair was red and his mother brown, and when he first saw it, the threaded young man left the momentum to “golden" him, but he realized that it was a mistake to check the situation.

Reurus understands his situation because of his poor living environment. The ground is between the earth and the walls are between the earth. Although wood is also used, it is extremely small, and the roof is thatched.

Besides, there are no lights. At least Reurus has never seen it, and his parents fall asleep with straw on the ground instead of a bed when the sun sets. Then wake up with the sunrise and go outside the house.

In modern times, there are no tatami mats and no toilets or kitchens. On the contrary, there is not even a front door. It is only separated from the outside world by rough curtains of eyes hanging from the top of the entrance.

There is little furniture in the house, and small wooden shelves and water bottles are placed in the corners of the room one by one, and no other furniture is found.

To name but a few other pieces of furniture, there is only a large basket made by weaving vines to put the revus to sleep. Reus laid straw on the basket, and laid a cloth on it, and lay it asleep.

The clothes my parents are wearing are worn out, and if I walk on the road in Heisei Japan, the police are likely to fly in at once. By the way, as a baby with a sharp sense of smell, the smell was harsher.

Is it not customary to take a bath or does the bath itself not exist in the first place? It is impossible to think that there is a bath because there is not even a toilet in the house. There are no familiar electricity, water, or gas installations for modern people.

I've been out of the house during the day attracted by the interest, but Reurus will be surprised to see it outside the house for the first time. I wondered what countryside it was, but I didn't even see the roads that were built with asphalt instead of telegraph poles.

--At that time, Reurus was stunned for the first time in his life.

It would still be good if there were many houses similar to the one where Reurus lived, and people dressed in similar clothes to their parents were doing wild work. It is still good to see no metal scythe or sickle, and most people cultivate their fields with wooden scythe etc.

However, when a man with metal armor passed by, Reus doubted his eyes. The man walked with a heavy metal noise, with a long spear in his hand and a sword-like object in a sheath on his waist.

"Cosplay? The sound of metal rubbing and the footsteps with a sense of weight are not really fake. If you dress like this at Japan's largest peer-to-peer magazine ready-to-sell meeting twice a year, you'll be leaving right away.

It was a solidified revulsion for a while, but when you try to escape and return to the house, you jump into a basket covered with straw. I fell asleep hoping that I would wake up in a dream, but the reality never changed. When I woke up and checked again, I saw someone who looked like an armored soldier.

From time to time, he began to check outside the house, but Reurus decided that he was in a community that should be described as a village. In any case, I didn't think it was modern, and it was good, modern, and worse, there was only medieval or pre-medieval culture.

Even on the planet of Heisei, we may live similar lives in some countries, but at least we don't know about Reurus. Clearly wearing handmade and delicate clothing, I have hardly even seen places without electricity, gas or water on TV.

It was a revulsion that fights in its own environment, but nothing starts with a mourning. So inspire yourself and start gathering information closer.

My mother seems to be working in a field built inside the village, mostly within sight of the house. But there was no father and he seemed to be working somewhere far away.

It was a realuse that wanted to know about the world, but as a first step, I don't know the language. Naturally, it was not Japanese, it was not a language with a large population such as English or Chinese, nor was it a European language such as French.

As a result, I was unable to ask any questions, and the details were too complicated to be confirmed by gestures. However, there are no parents around to learn the language, and there are no tools for young children to learn letters, such as picture books.

Japan, which boasted a literacy rate close to 100%, was amazing. I looked at it in the shape of a baby, but nothing was solved.

I quickly understood my name and morning and evening greetings, but I was very late in understanding detailed words and contextual laws. My tired parents told me because my conscience blamed me and no one else told me.

Besides, there are few words that parents know. In addition to everyday life, words about agriculture are heard, so they don't come out other than what is necessary to live in the village.

Still, it's been two years trying desperately to remember. The biggest turning point in a new life is coming.

- Death of parents.

That was a turning point. He learned that his parents had been attacked and killed by a creature called a monster, which made it possible to have an awkward but painstakingly simple everyday conversation.

Until then, it seems that the world is home to creatures like the monsters that appear in the game. Three years after he was born, he was stunned by the shock of his parents being killed.

After a day, he woke up, and all he knew was that his father was out of the village to do agricultural work. It is additional information that the mother who carried the food with her father was killed by monsters.

The village where Leurus lives is called the village of Shena and has a population of about 500 people. It is a highly defensive village surrounded by earthen walls and a water borehole.

I knew the Reurus, who had left the house, had built a fence in the distance, but it was built to protect itself from monsters and bandits. However, a huge amount of food was needed for 500 people to live, and fields seemed to have been built not only inside the village but also around it.

There were wooden fences to keep the crops from getting rough, but Reurus' parents were unlucky enough to be attacked by monsters. Though the soldiers defending the village ran away, they didn't make it, and they lost their lives.

The man with all the armor he had seen before looked like a soldier with the village of Shena, and it seemed to be his job to crush dangerous monsters if they emerged. Regarding the death of Reurus' parents in time for the crusade, I was unlucky.

It was Reurus who lost his parents, but he had no time to grieve. Born and raised in contemporary Japan, he was surprisingly given his share of the work of his deceased parents.

An infant who has just turned three and has not lost his parents for three days. When I was told to work immediately in such a state, I doubted my ears.

It is a previous problem that claims that the body is not formed. Though they say they cannot eat what they have to work for, it is impossible to think of having a three-year-old do agricultural work.

However, from the top of the village, the idea of such a revulsion doesn't matter. I had to work as I was told or starve to death. The Reurus family was treated worse than the peasants, probably because they were in a slavery-like position.

This world is not a modern planet. And the village society is terrible. At least there was no labor standards law in the village of Shena, and there was little affection for children who had lost their parents and wanted them to work relentlessly.

Even modern Japan is afraid of how Murahachi is, but there are dangers and troubles that are unparalleled. Naturally, there are no words such as human rights, and there is no reason to discourage them from being young children on the other side. If you disobey at all, you will be sentenced to lynching.

In the village of Shena, which only looks medieval to Reurus' knowledge, the majority of the villagers, including Reurus' parents, are a mere workforce. It is controlled by some of the people who rule the village and only grows fields from birth to death.

Given that, I was satisfied with the poor housing and furniture of Reurus. Only minimal housing and meals are given, and the “minimal” is the inferiority that penetrated the bottom from the reels that know modern Japan.

However, such a harsh environment changed the perception of Reurus. Reurus realized that the fatigue and irrational demands of daily agricultural work were not dreams or illusions originally thought of in the rebirth, but events in real life.

The upper echelons of the village would have understood that it was very difficult for a three-year-old to shake a tree. The first job given to Reurus was the simple task of collecting water from streams flowing outside the village and transporting it to the fields.

----The top of the village must have tried to kill him by walking around with a barrel full of water from morning to evening.

Reurus thought so, but Reurus was not just a child, either happy or unhappy. While maintaining a certain level of work efficiency, he avoided getting more tired than necessary by taking his hands off moderately.

Even if you continue to work hard, more work will be piled up. If he leaves too much of his hand, he relentlessly leaves his meal, and if he is unlucky, he is killed.

Based on the past life's experience of overwork and death and the atmosphere of the village, Reurus definitely judged it.

I didn't even think about taking action based on the knowledge developed in modern Japan, but this world is like a world where monsters exist. It seems that not only monsters but also magic exist, and when the village soldier witnessed the moment when the flame was created from nowhere, he dropped the bucket he had in his hand.

At this point Reurus threw away the knowledge of the previous life. Knowledge of agriculture is scarce, and most of what was learned in school classes has disappeared in the livestock life of previous generations. If there are magic and monsters on top of that, it would be strange to think about applying the information of the previous life.

Even the laws of gravity and physics differ, and if they fail, there are no microorganisms or nutrients in the soil, and there is a possibility that crops are growing with magic-based magical power.

There's not always an Internet encyclopedia in my head. There is no guarantee that the knowledge cultivated in modern times will be used as the memory fades over time, and that the knowledge is correct. It was safer not to do anything than to cause extra trouble with half-knowledge.

In addition, we can't afford to try anything, and terribly, the villagers' movements are constantly monitored. Wherever you are in a narrow village, there are other people's eyes, and if you do anything strange, the top of the village will fly in without long enough.

We have to secretly carry out some kind of experiment, have no time, no supplies, and no other people besides ourselves. Privacy doesn't exist, so you can't do any experiments in your home.

It would have been different if they had been born in a family that could be called wealthy in the village, but the Reurus family was not treated as well as the working ants. Not to mention that if a child who should know nothing does something wrong with research, evil will never stand out.

If you are bad, you may be burned like a witch hunt. Because it is not free to burn fire, it is a ridiculous environment where it is more likely to be thrown out of the village and eaten by monsters.

Even more troublesome, I couldn't use the excuse that I came up with myself. In the village of Shena, knowledge is monopolized only by the upper classes of people, who cannot even learn essential elements of a civilized society such as letters and calculations.

They probably don't want to give the working peasants extra wisdom. It was a realuse that tried to sneak a peek and learn secretly, but was stared at and driven away just to get close to them counting the crops they had harvested.

I once approached him with childish innocence and indifference, but he kicked me off without hesitation, so I kept him away from him ever since.

For this reason, Reurus could count things in his head and perform calculations that went beyond the four rules, but he could not write or translate the results into anything other than Japanese.

Twelve years of being put in such a situation. As the body grew, more jobs were given to it, and fatigue and danger increased, but Reurus survived. I was always hungry and tired, but I was only able to live.

Had it not been for my life experience in the previous life, I would have been in a ridiculous situation of breaking up my body early and dying from overwork for the second time in my life. However, he managed to keep his life by secretly eating weeds and insects during farming work, and even by taking his hands off moderately.

When I was ordered to do agricultural work outside the village like my father, I thought I would die far away, but every time I felt a "bad feeling”, I was able to get through the crisis by pulling myself into the village.

Is it the news of insects, the sixth sense, or the power to sense the dangers that humans originally have? Reurus avoided saving his life for something with no certainty of conjecture, but I trust him to some extent because he hasn't fallen off so far.

Every time I left the village, I sometimes thought about running away from the village. But running away is the choice between starving to death or being killed by a monster, and we have to grow old.

The village of Shena seems to be a village made by cutting through the mountains, and there are mountain forests just a short walk around the village anyway. There may be villages and towns nearby, but we don't know how far we'll get there.

Also, neighborhoods can take days on foot, so if you jump out without any preparation, you'll starve to death before the monster kills you.

Naturally, Reurus cannot have a map, and it is impossible for anyone who knows the exact location of a neighboring town or village to tell only the upper part of the village. Running away without guessing was nothing more than a bypassing suicide, causing Reurus to step on two legs.

Twelve years after their parents' death, a new turning point for Reurus, who turned fifteen in the spring.

It was recognized as an adult at a milestone of fifteen. This made Reurus look like a single adult - sold out as a slave on his birthday.

Until then, Reurus had no reason to know, but the village of Shena belonged to a country called Mataroi. Mataroi's laws imposed a headcount tax on adults, who were sold at the discretion of the upper echelons of the village, who hated the burden.

Naturally, it has nothing to do with Reus' intentions. They were packed in a carriage and all the vegetables were “shipped” on their way to the field, thinking that someone who looked like a merchant was walking in and out.

Looking back at his situation, Reurus sighed again.

Fifteen years have passed since I was born in this world, but I don't know why I have memories of my previous life. It was already fifteen years ago that I was reborn, and the memories of the previous life are missing every time I follow them, but I didn't know why I had the memories of the past.

It is more important to live every day than for that reason, and it is useless to think about it. It would have been a waste, not even a luxury, because it consumed calories just by moving the brain.

If it's sold out as a result, I have no choice but to laugh.

(I knew I should have run away somewhere... no, I'd just die running away...)

Reckless behavior may be the prerogative of young people, but reckless behavior is an environment where death and equals. Becoming a slave as a result of putting problems ahead is something you deserve, but that's why you can't give up.

(As far as I'm concerned, slaves are both slaves and mine slaves... and now it's over.)

At the change of job, all you have to do is turn the hammer shaken in the field into a crane mouthpiece and dig up the mine until you die.

They don't tell me about working conditions, but they only pay for simple meals 24/7. There are no bonuses, no salaries, no social insurance, but I can predict that life is in great danger in such a lovely and extreme environment.

You die from overwork, you die from a lung attack, you die from gas inhalation, or you die from being caught in a trap. The cause of death and the danger were more than agricultural work, and Reurus exhaled because he did not know how many times it would happen.

Born and raised in the village of Shena, Reurus was also removed from documents that appeared to be separate books for people shipped as slaves. I suppose the rest means you can work in the mine until you die.

Would it be possible to escape before being pushed into the mine, betting on one's own wishes? It is a realuse that thinks about such things in the corner of the head, but it is also difficult.

The merchant who bought the reus hired an escort to transport all the other goods. It is the merchants who operate the wagon, but armed men are hired to consolidate the front and rear of the wagon.

Unlike the soldiers I saw in the village, they are different in what they wear individually. Wearing partial metal and leather armor, and carrying spears, swords, and bows in their hands, they have a familiar atmosphere.

Reurus was only engaged in agricultural work all year round, and he had some physical strength and strength. However, the weather is not so powerful or unarmed as to think that we can beat the rough workers with bare hands.

When you were packed in a carriage, it was judged that you could not fit your shackles and ankles because you could not escape no matter how you scratched them.

That's why I can't help it. Let's leave this place alone. Even if we were thrown into a mine, we might survive if we were lucky. He's been alive ever since. I am quite confident in my good fortune.

It was a revulsion that I could tell myself, but I didn't spoil the status quo from the bottom of my heart. He survived eating weeds, eating insects and sipping muddy water.

Instead of giving up the situation, Reurus had a heart to hope that there was only resentment and “clinging” to the status quo. As long as there is a chance of escape, I wonder how few possibilities there are, and I will strike at escape.

I'd rather die in the wild than die as a mine slave. At least die after the decision you've made. It's worth it.

I don't know what kind of cause and effect it was, but it was a “second time” life that I visited. What does it mean to end up just by enduring rough food and heavy labor?

I think so, but I sincerely hope that if there is only a cut - such a Reurus wish can be fulfilled.

It was a sudden event. Until then, the front wagon, which had been moving at a constant speed, stopped suddenly, and a screaming voice rose from the road.

Screaming with astonishment and fear. The moment I hear that voice, Reurus feels a chill that penetrates his whole body. An unprecedented "unpleasant hunch." The survival instinct rushes away from the scene, but Reurus defies the alarm and does not move from it.

I was certain that something had happened, but I aggressively decided that it was not the right time to move. In fact, there is still an escort behind the wagon. A man wearing leather armor looks at the front of the wagon and then looks at the realus inside the wagon.

Feeling his gaze, Reurus killed his face with his lap in his arms and behaved as if he could not hear the screams he had just heard. If I had escaped the chariot with joy and courage, I would have been caught instantly.

Just tell them that you are the object now and pierce it like a figurine. The escort man watched the realus sitting with his soul loose face for a few seconds and turned away towards the front of the wagon.

I wanted to see what was happening to Reurus, but I couldn't get out of the wagon and see what was happening. As a result, the beast's roar and the scream of the painfully wet guard jumped in as he tried to get some information from his ears. There's only one roar I can hear, but the guards seem to have created a monster so embarrassing that they burned their hands.

They don't seem to be organized against bandits or anything. Reurus is lucky for that. If the opponent is a human, they could be caught and sold out.

"Uhh!?

The horse-drawn carriage shook so loudly that Reurus could not help but whisper his voice. At the same time, the merchant who was supposed to be manipulating the horse screamed, and the roof of the front wagon blew up gorgeously.

"... what?

The opponent who half-breaked the front carriage with a single blow, who thought it was a fairly solid construction - two giant lion-like creatures with their heads facing each other, and there was no stupid murmur from the mouth of Reurus.

--That's right, “this” is just unexpected.

It was a revulsion that murmured inside, but there was no room for murmuring in the back.

A huge body like a big car. The length of the body would slightly exceed three meters if it included two heads of horns to three tails for some reason. The forearm that knocked down the roof of the horse-drawn carriage is covered in an obsidian, dull, black shell.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

For the first time in a long life, I knew that there was no choice but to laugh through fear. With so much shock, Reurus laughed unconsciously and abandoned his thoughts - sooner rather than later, the body was moving for survival.

You don't have to worry about being caught by an escort as soon as possible. If we don't get out of here now, the monster in front of us will kill us.

Reurus jumped out of the carriage and ran away in a glance when his adulthood stood up like a lie.

For the first time in this world, he fled in search of freedom. It was also a flight to eternal life before freedom.

(I could die here! Let me at least die satisfactorily, motherfucker!

I'm terribly sorry to be killed by such a monster. While listening to the guards trying to stop him, Reus ran off the street into the woods.