A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

The abandoned city of Laval - what might be termed a "modern" slum town - stretches from the east to the south-east of the fortified city called Laval.

Contrary to the name of the abandoned city, many people lived there. It is said that the population is well over a thousand and reaches as many as 2,000.

The town is full of miscellaneous words, except for a main road of about five meters, called the main street, which seems to have been built by its own accord. Roads other than boulevards are only natural trails made by building houses.

The surroundings of the abandoned city of Laval are surrounded by earthen walls and wooden fences, but they will be extremely defensive compared to the fortified city just nearby. In this world of monsters, earth walls and wooden fences are only useful for restlessness.

It's not uncommon for a monster to attack you and kill you if you step out of town. At the very least, the more difficult it is for civilians to survive a day outside the city, the more dangerous it is.

In such a dangerous place - a short walk from the abandoned city of Laval - there were two shadows in the early morning.

One is a man about 170 cm tall. The red hair and red eyes are characteristic of whether they are loosely cared for or not, and the sword is swinging.

Equipped with leather armor to protect the upper body, with nails and toenails to protect the limbs, and wearing leather shoes are not uncommon for those employed in a profession called the Adventurer. If there is something unusual, it would be a large sword with a blade span of more than one meter that is swinging gently.

Man - Reurus waves the great sword endlessly horizontally and vertically, not to mention the last tightening, swinging down the great sword and turning his gaze towards the man beside him.

I don't know what to do, old man.

"That's right...."

Dominic, a man called Ooi-san, puts his hand on his chin and thinks like he thinks of something.

His height is over 180 centimeters, and his body, which can only be regarded as musculoskeletal, is robust. However, unlike Reurus, it is not equipped with any type of armor. He was focused on seeing Reurus move by stabbing a large single-bladed sword into the ground.

"Because I'm superb too... I can't tell you about the detailed technology. But I don't think it's bad."

"Really...."

The summer season is past, and autumn footsteps begin to be heard. Even though it was cool in the early morning, Reurus, who had been sweating from previous exercises, murmured while brutally wiping his forehead sweat.

A junior adventurer in the abandoned city of Laval - that's the title of Reurus. Dominic is retired, but he was originally one of the top adventurers.

Reurus asked Dominic for advice on how to fight himself.

Reurus is not originally a human being in this world. No, to be precise, it suits people in this world, but I remember living in Heisei Japan.

It is a realuse that walks the second life due to an event called rebirth, but it is originally a Heisei Japanese. I have never held a sword before, and even in this world, the way I swing my sword is all up-to-date.

The way Reurus fights is a force push that makes him say things with high physical abilities. There are not only monsters but also magic in this world, and the Reus has the ability to call itself "caloric release."

The ability to dramatically increase physical abilities while consuming a lot of magic, but Reurus recently hit the “wall” here.

"You and all the adventurers in this town have honed their battles in action. Unlike legitimate swordsmanship... I can only say 'not bad' to my classy self."

"That's right... hah, what's wrong..."

Reurus sighs deeply when he hears Dominic's words. For the past month or so, I have tried and made mistakes on my own, and Dominic has seen the results, but it was not convincing as a revulsion.

I had never cared about technology before, but I was caught up in a situation where I had to change my mind.

It goes back about a month, but as an adventurer, I received a rescue request from another abandoned city. At that time, there was a tortuosity, and for some reason I fought the Fire Dragon one-on-one.

During the battle, the great sword that Dominic gave me broke. It is casting a shadow on the heart of Reurus.

"If I had treated him more carefully, I wouldn't have broken his sword..."

Reurus is not originally from the abandoned city of Laval. Born in the village of Shena, he lived as a serf until the age of fifteen.

When I was young, I drained water from the creek every day to carry it on, and when I grew up, I worked in a farm outside the village of Shena. When it reached the age of fifteen, it was sold away as a mine slave.

They were “shipped” in a wagon, but during their journey they were attacked by a powerful monster called Kimira, who managed to escape.

After that, he ran for his life to the abandoned city of Laval and was saved by Dominic in front of him. Dominic was said to have saved his life, and it was an extreme resentment that he lost the great sword that Dominic gave him.

Dominic smiles bitterly at the depressing realuse.

"The sword I gave you was certainly a magic tool... but it's not that good in magic tools. Instead, it's the lowest level of magic that can be called a magic tool."

Really?

"Ah... I guess I can't stand your power anymore. No, I wasn't expecting to fight the Fire Dragon one-on-one in the first place... but I had it on my way."

From Reurus, I don't know more weapons than Dominic's great sword. Sharpness and robustness were the perfect match for Reurus' clutter, and he was his only partner.

And with such a broken “partner”, Reurus was facing a new problem.

"But, Ooi-san, that big sword is the lowest, but you don't sell it to this town."

It is a problem that Reurus has no weapons to deal with. The weapon that is currently swinging was given away as a weapon of the moment in a place called the Waste City of Madalo, another waste city.

The blade spans a meter and a little. Although it is a single blade, the sharpness is normal, and the "magic letter" of "strengthening" is not engraved like Dominic's great sword.

I don't really want to think about it, but if I shake it with all my might with Reurus activating 'Caloric Release', it will break quickly.

In that case, even if you hone your technology so that the weapon does not break, technology is not something you acquire overnight.

Laval Waste City did not have enough skill to teach Reurus how to handle the Great Sword, and it was in a state of blockage.

"That came from somewhere else... and I wonder if we're going to use firedragons and middle-ranking monsters as the ingredients for this weapon? A common blacksmith wouldn't be a decent weapon."

There is also a blacksmith in the abandoned city of Laval, but his arms do not leave the same area.

Reurus, who loved fighting the Fire Dragon, Vanille, was rewarded with Fire Dragon claws and scales. In addition, we have acquired some of the materials of the middle-ranking monsters that were threatening the abandoned city of Madalo.

Use them to make weapons that cannot be broken by the power of Reurus - there is no one in the Raval Waste City who can make them.

"Is Natalia gathering information? Now don't rush, brush your arms."

"Is that all... hah..."

As she breathed out of the habit these days, Reurus thought of a woman.

It's the face of the woman Dominic talked about hosting the Natalia-Adventurers Association.

She is a beauty with a strange charm that seems to be in her mid-twenties. However, there is also an unknown fear beyond its appearance. Reurus asked Natalia to gather information about a good blacksmith, but after almost a month, she didn't get a good response.

As Reurus and Dominic interact, the time bell rings from the abandoned city of Laval. When Dominic heard about it, he pulled out the big sword that had been stabbed on the ground and pushed Reurus to walk out.

"It's time to go back to the store... and get ready to open it."

"Oh, thank you for today."

Dominic runs a restaurant and Reurus is a regular customer. I used to live in Dominic's restaurant warehouse, but now I have my own house - and I still go to eat like every day.

(In the meantime, let's go home.....)

Remembering the faces of the cohabitants at home, Reurus ran after Dominic's back.

A Dominic restaurant facing the boulevard of the abandoned city of Laval - behind which is a house of Reurus.

Made of wood pillars, earthen walls, and wooden roofs, the house is nothing but poor compared to a Japanese house. Still, it was “my home” from Reurus, and it was an important place.

Break up with Dominic, open the door, and step inside. Then there was a soil that was about two meters wide and five meters long, and when I looked at the wall, there were three doors.

If you open the door in the middle, it leads to the room of Reurus, and if you open the door on the left, it leads to the warehouse, even though it is small. And the door on the right was the living room - Reus opened the door after seeing the signs inside.

"Nh... nnh, mmh, mmh..."

"Shughhhh... shughhhh..."

When I opened the door, I heard moaning sleep and snoring lightly. Reurus, who was drawn to the two voices, looked at two figures on the wooden bedding.

One is Eliza, a girl with long, peachy blonde hair.

It's a girl called a bloodsucker who signed a "contract" with Reurus.

The other shadow is Sarah, a disguised girl who closely resembles Eliza.

This is the Spirit of Fire, who unilaterally made a "contract" with Reus, and had a similar appearance to Eliza as to whether Reus had made a "contract" with Eliza.

However, the color of the hair and eyes is bright red, and the feeling of Reurus is that there is a difference in personality and it is not so similar except when sleeping.

Those two, Sarah is riding on Eliza, wondering what happened while they were sleeping. Between the bedside and Sarah, Eliza was breathing painfully, and Sarah relaxed her face happily.

When I first built the house, I lived with Eliza, and I didn't expect more people to live with me soon. That's why Eliza and Sarah are in the same room, but if they just look asleep, they don't look like sisters.

Reurus leaves the house gently tightening the door when he makes sure the two of them are asleep. And I went around the back of the house - I accidentally pulled my cheeks.

Behind Reurus' house is another inhabitant's house. However, there was a trail about one meter long, and there was a man poking at his knees.

A raised muscle that is not inferior to Dominic's long body and can be seen beyond the black monk's clothes. The short cut hair is white with a feminine necklace hanging down on the neck.

Jilba, a religious man called Spiritualism, is kneeling on the ground, meditating and praying for something.

Because the house is built, the trail does not catch the sun. In the daytime and in the early mornings, Zilba, dressed in black monk clothes, looks like a suspicious person blending into darkness.

After seeing the sight, Reurus shouted with his cheeks pulled.

"Good morning, Gilba-san...."

"Yes, good morning, Mr. Reurus. It's going to be a good day."

When Reurus called out, Gilba opened her eyes and smiled back. Despite the early morning, it seemed to be in "excellent condition”, but there was something I wanted to say as a revulsion.

"Um, Mr. Gilba? I understand your desire to pray because there are spirits nearby... I understand, but if the neighbors look at it, they're going to pull out their hips, so can you stop them?

"Hahaha, it's okay. I can hide as soon as I feel the signs."

"That's not the problem!? I'm afraid there's a silent prayer in the back of the house!

Reurus barked at Gilba laughing and laughing.

Sarah, the Spirit of Fire, is a living object of faith from Zilba, who believes in spiritualism. That's why they push and pray as they do every day.

Badly, Zilba has never had any complaints from the surroundings about whether she would be hiding if she had the right signs. Gilba has a high level of combat capability, but he's taking care of his surroundings by making the most of it.

However, Reurus could feel the magic, so he noticed it on the first day Zilba came to pray.

There was a strange magic behind the house, and when I checked the weapon in one hand, there was Gilba who was kneeling in the dark. The shock of seeing the sight was so great that I wanted to praise myself for not screaming.

"I'm sorry... I can't control my faith and I'm just ashamed."

"Please at least pray from the church....."

That said, Reurus exhales a deep sigh.

Gilba is worthy of reliance and a good personality, but religion is troublesome. Especially when Gregorianism harmed spirits in the past, it was very dangerous.

No, I had some business with Mr. Reurus today.

"To me? Did you find a good blacksmith?

It's a Reurus that brightens your eyes and asks, but Gilba's expression is disgusting.

"No... I use my personal handlers to check with people, but the materials I handle are difficult to navigate with. I'm looking for a blacksmith with arms that can handle materials such as Dragon Claws and Scales, at least for Cars and Wing Dragons...."

The result seems to be unpleasant.

Fire Dragon materials are very expensive, so being a hard-mouthed blacksmith is a big assumption. However, it seems that there is no blacksmith who can “properly” handle the materials of the middle-ranking monsters Hikuidori and Wing Dragon.

"If you use our Spiritual Messenger, you'll find us...."

"In that case, we'll talk to Sarah about how we got the Vanilla materials."

"Yes... I can use my might, but you don't like it either, do you, Mr. Reurus?

Reurus nods at Gilba's words. Rather than hate Zilba's power, I hate borrowing from spiritualism.

As for Zilba personally, it is not easy to ask for help as a Reurus. He was actually asking for information about the blacksmith, and Zilba was happy to take on that wish.

But thinking about Sarah, the Spirit of Fire, doesn't mean she can't immerse herself in Spiritualism. I want a new weapon as soon as possible as a revulsion, but I'm just frustrated that it won't work.

A famous blacksmith already runs a workshop somewhere. Perhaps we can do something with the money, but the social identity of Reurus is better than that of an adventurer - a slave.

A blacksmith who was commissioned by adventurer Reurus to handle Fire Dragon materials and keep his mouth shut about where the materials came from.

It seems that there are no such convenient people.

"I can do as long as I carve the" magic letters "of" Enhancement ", but I can't help it if the original quality of the weapon is poor. If Mr. Reurus waves with all his might, it will soon break."

"... can I have my current sword engrave the 'magic letter' of 'Enhancement'? I'll play the donation...."

I can't fight properly as it is. Even if you fight, you will fight in fear of the weapon breaking.

"No, Mr. Reurus has been taking care of Sarah on a daily basis. It's as cheap as that."

"I'm sorry, please...."

That's how Reurus lowers his head. I can't help but have someone who can handle the fine materials that I've acquired. To a lesser extent than for the moment, it would be welcome to have "just in case" usable weapons.

"I wonder if there's a good blacksmith somewhere...."

Reurus muttered - that day, Natalia brought one piece of information to the Adventurers' Union.

"Does the boy know a subhuman named Dwarf?