A brilliant and shining sun.
Reflecting its light, the Great Sea Plains.
Land does not exist as far as we can see, only the infinite blue of the sky and the infinite blue of the sea.
One man drifts on the surface of the sea in a world ruled by blue until cruel.
- Here I am, dying?
Shaken by a pushing wave, a sense of sumptuousness.
My throat dries to a crisp, horrible hunger that I no longer feel nauseous.
A broken leg is painful and my whole body complains of blunt pain.
To the lit sun, the unstoppable tidal winds relentlessly cut off little health, life.
- We have a major storm and our mother ship is devastated.
When they were thrown out into the sea, they were lucky enough to board a rescue boat that had run out of strings and fell nearby, so that the future of becoming the algae chip of the sea with their mother ship could escape even though it was rubbed by rough waves and was about to be overturned many times... so far?
Perhaps I will go again, myself, beneath the companions that would already have been called to heaven.
But, well... isn't that bad?
It was nice of them.
They were dumb, crude, no shards of elegance - but irreplaceable, the best of their kind.
It would be great to see them again.
Speaking of heartaches, I'm afraid I won't see the woman I loved again... well, I can't help it all.
Let's wait till we meet again in the underworld, and then we'll apologize.
"Me too, right there, let's go..."
Yes, with the thought of waiting for the final judgment, he was just leaving himself to the waves, but that's when he realized that the trick and the boat had hit something, slowly opening his closing eyes.
- What...?
I gazed into Xia's sight and saw - the ship (...).
But it's never just a ship.
It was lame.
The ship is unusually huge... No, apparently there are several ships stacked together. The group is so worn out that I don't know why it can float, it doesn't look strange whenever I follow the same fate as the mother ship I was on.
Shipwreck - or pick-up ship (...).
"Cook......"
- For a long time, we have a fancy pick-up ship for you.
He laughs small, then again, slowly closes his eyes -.
- You're not an intruder, you're just a wreck.
The voice came from above the ship.
"If you think you're a strange intruder on death... your status is normal, your race is with the Demons. You're in luck. If I hadn't happened to be here today, I'd be dead just like that, and if I had been a hell of a strong guy or something, I'd probably have been waiting to drool like this."
Young, man voice.
My hair is black, my face... I don't know.
In addition to Xia's vision, the sun becomes backlit and not well visible.
Someone comes down this way, telling them the broken outline, and they crouch nearby.
"Look, drink this away. In honor of your luck, it's my treat."
"Ugh... ah..."
When the young man magically creates a black crack in the space, he removes the vial from the inside, puts its sip on his mouth, and begins to pour the contents into it.
I guess it's some kind of medicine, moisture stains my throat feeling thirsty and even painful about the bitter taste - and I remember the vitality of all that greedy moisture as if it had come back to life, as if blood had gone through my whole body again.
The whole body trembles with joy, independent of his will.
- Is this man trying to help a stranger himself?
Something to thank you for.
With a head that didn't turn well and just thought about it, he reaches into his own pocket.
And I took it out, I've always had it without letting go of my skin since I was a child, a sword.
It's something I shouldn't give to people if I should... but that's about all I have right now.
"Here, take this..."
"Oh? Will you? But it's okay. It's just a whim. - Oh, hey."
Saw a young man receive it, relieved, he passed out there from extreme tiredness.
Consciousness revives.
Blink a few degrees, then wake up slowly.
"This place..."
It was a sandy beach.
His body is laid under a palm tree, with the sea stretching out in front of him.
An unfamiliar hemp bag was placed right at my feet, and I checked the contents - what was in there was a water bottle in tons of food.
When he sees it, without one or two, and takes out the water bottle with a jumping momentum before he thinks anymore, he begins to drink it vigorously with the cocoon as his instinct commands, then takes out the fruit that was inside, and wriggles with Gabriel.
"Delicious..."
A definite sweetness, felt in the sourness.
The fruit that is everywhere without any change of philosophy, but the fact that I felt the food tasted so good, would have been fulfilled in my life before?
"Delicious... Woo... Woo..."
- Have I been allowed to live?
Two tears tell his cheeks eating fruit.
"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."
The joy of survival, the guilt of one of us surviving, the grief of our companions dying.
Overflowing in your chest, your emotions.
Having been ready to die until now, he finally realized the taste of the fruit and kept crying for a while as the emotions crept up from the depths.
- Then, when he's feeling a little down, for the first time in his life, he checks how his body is.
Five bodies satisfied.
Not a single injury exists, hands and feet move securely to your fingertips.
When the mother ship was swallowed by a major storm, it should have been crushed by rolling barrels and broken legs, but the body moves as normal as if that were a lie.
I was rubbed by the waves, and I didn't even have any beatings that were all over my body.
"What if it was a magic potion..."
I remember when they drank the vial they felt like they were going to come back to life... but perhaps they were really coming back to life.
Did the man use precious magic drugs for a stranger himself, and thus prepare food and water for me?
As a token of gratitude, I could have given you the family sword (...)... but would that have been enough as a thank you for your life?
"... no, it would be very scarce"
Again, I'd like to thank you firmly, but if I don't know the face of the benefactor, I don't know his name.
At the very least, if I could ask for a name, I would live by engraving that name on my chest...
Well, fine.
I was helped by a stranger.
Let's not forget that fact and live the rest of our lives.
Let's tell our descendants, "I was saved by a stranger."
"- Kamla"
That's when I consolidated my resolve, and it comes to my mind, the look of my wife.
That's right.
Surviving means seeing her alive again.
I want to see you now.
I want to see her again, hug her, talk about everything.
I think of the woman I loved in my head, and I immediately stand up with my hand poked.
"Is the city... in this direction"
Thankfully, 'The world of demons is that way. Fly with wings for three days' and carve them into the palm tree right next door.
Really...... from what to what.
"I will never forget this grace"
And he took on the hemp bag beside him and jumped up the spot.
"Demon King, this knife has just the right cut. Beautiful decorations have been made for a long time, but what's wrong?
"Oh, that's what I got for the Destined Demon Clan. It cuts a lot, but it doesn't cut too much. It sounds good."
"The Adamantite knife used to be made by the Demon King was cut and the slab was cut in two..."
His clan sword was then taken care of at the benefactor's house as an easy-to-use knife or something.