Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

◇ Ruby ◇

"Whoa, say something!

You're gonna cry! Cry! '

"Cry! Cry! Cry!

Get out of there, you bakemon bitch!

"Get out! Get out of here!

'Ha ha ha ha ha...!!

... when I was little.

I still do, but when it was smaller.

I was abused by the same slum child.

The reason is that I'm a little different from normal people.

I knew that myself, so I didn't think it was weird...

When I go home crying, Jicha comes right at me, silently wiping my tears and body stains.

Jicha is my nurturing parent.

When I stopped crying, Jicha always said.

"Ruby, you have to be able to live alone..."

I always thought I couldn't do that.

He said I was an abandoner.

My parents, they didn't even have a name.

That's what the adults of the slums helped me with.

How do you tell yourself to live alone?

I didn't have anything from the beginning, how...

'... so did your parents. That's why I abandoned you, my beloved daughter.

I vomited all the weak noises, and Jicha said patiently.

'If you can live on your own, you'll end up like that too...'

At the time, I only thought it was a story of a distant future.

No, maybe that's what I just wanted to assume.

The truth is...

In the not-too-distant future, I will know the meaning of the word.

Jicha got sick.

Before laying on the floor and breathing painfully, neither I, nor the slums who admired Jicha, could do anything.

There couldn't have been room for decent treatment for slum people who were even tough to eat and connect their days......

Soon, Jicha is dead.

The adults of the slums cared for me and showed sympathy for me.

But this is the first time I've noticed it.

The only person who treated me as a single person was Jicha.

For the other adults, I am the 'poor child'.

The care and sympathy you give me this way is not unconditional kindness like that of Jicha.

It's a conditional mercy that I can only get while I'm a 'poor child'.

If so.

What if I'm not a kid anymore?

At that time... do I have a place?

I became sexually horrified.

I got anxious and anxious and couldn't wait.

Somebody... Somebody.

It protects me, someone.

Someone who wants nothing in return, unconditionally, forever, just to protect me.

Quick, we need to find it.

That's how I remembered.

There is an aristocratic mansion where the adults of the slums told me to stay away from me.

For a long time, I thought it was blurry.

Maybe you have my parents in that mansion.

Aren't the grownups going to keep me away from that mansion to keep me away from bad parents like abandoning their kids?

If I thought so, I'd have to say yes.

Now that Jicha's gone...

Someone who could protect me could only come up with about my real parents.

I went for the mansion, unnoticed by anyone.

And...

Don't wait to arrive at the mansion.

A coincidence occurred that could only be described as fateful.

near the mansion, which is the destination.

When I tried to run through an invisible back alley.

Something hooked me up to my leg, and I fell.

Get up and see what you got.

That 's--

It was a person.

Precisely what used to be a person.

A body for both of us was rolling like garbage.

I swallow the scream I almost gave you.

I won't even be able to scream - that was a cliché.

Because.

Because I knew it at a glance.

Those two bodies were my parents.

Somewhere out of no-one's sight, dumped like garbage.

To me, I looked like myself in the future.

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◆ Gawain ◆

When I opened the door, there was certainly a stretch of road ahead.

As Beryl Eitkin said, this is the real exit.

It was more fake for Bergson to go.

…………

... I responded to Beryl Eitkin's deal.

Because I thought that was best.

As things stand, this one is overwhelmingly inferior.

If you have information to negotiate with, you should get it.

It's better than being forced to fight and destroy them all.

Besides, the junction is working here.

Where Bergson was attacked by Beryl Eitkin, he will not die.

I won't even die, Bergson. With just one.

Many people wait for the time of liberation in the First Martial Arts.

If you put it on the scale, it's obvious which way to lean.

So...

…………

My leg didn't try to move on.

Even though, as soon as possible, we have to reach the control facility of the killing and deactivation junction that will be at the back of this dungeon.

Behind my brain, a certain word passed.

- Save the weak.

- Give it to the poor.

- That's the duty of the strong and rich.

The sight I don't even want to recall comes back to life.

The rain of armor falling from the ceiling...

The face of my beloved master, hanging at the end of the chain...

"I..."

I... held my fist tight.

Even if that was the right decision.

I don't - I don't want to be someone you can't face to face with.

Don't leave it as a step ahead of the door.

I turned my heel back and ran out.

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Cross the stone bridge across the big hole and run through the door that was open.

There must be a Bergson ahead of us.

Beryl Eitkin after that too......!

I set up my sword and shield as I ran down the dim hallway.

But there's no sign of people.

instead,

Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

I could hear a waterfall kettle like that.

No way......

I have a bad feeling.

I forgot to be on guard and speed up my leg rotation.

Then - I poke into that space.

It was filled with water.

A room divided by transparent walls, like a giant tank.

I put my face close to the transparent wall and ran my eyes through the water.

And find it near the ceiling.

"Bergsong!!

Ruby Bergson.

Around it were a number of weapons she commonly used, such as knives and bombs.

Must have... tried to escape.

I tried to destroy this transparent wall... but failed all the time.

"Mmmm!!!

I covered my fist with copper scales and punched a transparent wall with my full strength.

But I'm not even scared.

I didn't get one scratch.

In this different space named Dungeon, you can't do what you can't do.

Then... then what?

It doesn't look like Bergson is conscious.

How long has it been since I couldn't breathe?

If you drowned within the kingdom, how did your spiritual power diminish?

In the first place, will the junction prevent you from even drowning?

"Damn......!

In a hurry.

Not if you're thinking about that!

How can we get this transparent wall out of the way?

I've come across many traps in this dungeon.

But now I think that Bergson was dealing with them all.

I thought it was the right material at the time, but the decision is now abominable.

I relied more on Bergson than I thought on my own......!

Let's admit it.

I have no observation or dexterity like Bergson.

All I can do is...

Swinging the sword.

Putting yourself behind bars.

Manipulating metal.

Well, then...

There was only one way I could think of.

Let's assume.

Among the traps I've seen so far were walls coming out of floors and ceilings.

If this transparent wall, like them, has come out of somewhere...

What is the likelihood that metal is used in the mechanism for this purpose?

I didn't have time to patrol.

I liquidize all my armor and penetrate the surrounding walls, floors, and ceilings.

They become my tactile sensation, scanning the slightest gaps in the building material from corner to corner.

I've never used spirituality like this before.

But by reason, we should be able to.

If the infiltrated liquefied metal touches at least a little bit of the part of the mechanism that makes the transparent wall come out -

And if it was metal...

I can manipulate the parts with spiritual [inflexible pillar stone].

Totally, lucky.

Nothing is definitive.

No shards of intelligence, no gift of carriage.

But I had to bet.

And I just had to pray.

"Please......!

Focus your consciousness on the infiltrated liquefied metal.

It didn't take long.

The liquefied metal that became my tactile sensation touched something under a clear wall.

This is...

Hardware......!

This transparent wall came out of the floor with some mechanism.

In other words, just below the transparent wall, currently, blank.

Even my eyes peeked in and confirmed it.

... Again.

For example, if you destroy the mechanism that is lifting the wall, you should pull it into the floor on your own!

I liquidized the hardware I found one after the other.

Then it was right away.

Gagon! and make a noise, and the transparent wall disappears to the floor.

The water overflowed.

I put my sword on the floor and endure not to be flushed.

Liquified and permeated floors and walls, the armor was also prevented from being flushed by solidifying aggressively.

Bergson's body is flushed with water looming like rage.

I took one hand away from the pattern of my sword and barely held its body.

Do you even fix it, keep your usual big hat on?

Wait for the water to run out, then lay her on the floor.

I was still losing my mind.

Keep your ears close to your mouth.

... I'm not breathing.

I can't stop breathing if I'm out of normal spirits.

But what happens when you choke?

I've never even seen a rank match or anything that I won by strangling my opponent......!

What state is this in?

Is it dangerous?

You can't be holding your breath and it's not dangerous.

But even though the bonds are working...

- Stop thinking.

Waste of time.

Either way, I only know one thing, like first aid for drowned humans.

When I secured Bergson's airway, I breathed through his lips.

Artificial breathing.

I repeated it several times, trying to transition to a heart massage,

"- Woohoo! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ugh yeah......!

Bergson coughed hard and threw up water.

I breathe.

Are you all right?

No, it would be obvious that you're safer than the junction is working.

There is no need for such relief anywhere.

You still seem upset......

When Bergson coughed up, he looked up at me with tear-seeping eyes.

I get up and reach out to her.

"Can you stand?"

It was casual behavior.

I just drowned and my feet might flutter.

But if you stay long, Beryl Eitkin might come.

So let's give him a hand and let him just stand up.

If that's not possible, I'll carry it.

It was only a very natural, thoughtless, casual action derived under such thought.

Yet.

Bergson paid my hand as he stretched out.

"Why...! Why are you here to help?!?

With tear-seeping eyes, Bergson glanced up at me like a parent's revenge.

"You betrayed me, you!! You only know me!? Why are you helping me?! Did I look so weak!! You mean you looked like a pathetic guy. Huh!?!?

Bergson holds the big hat over his head hard with both hands.

"That's what you thought too...! About me, even the weak and pathetic guy......!! Damn......! Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh... duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh!!

Screaming, Bergson stood up.

And just like that...

"I have enough on my own!!!

Turn your back and run away.

I couldn't even stop him.

Until Bergson's little back disappeared, it was just, like, much harder.

See the hand paid for.

The tingling pain was still there.

But more than that...

Behind the chest, the shock remains.

I was shocked when they paid me to reach out to Bergson.

And most importantly, I was stunned by the very fact.

I remember this shock.

Old old memory.

An experience that was fading, plundering, and about to disappear.

- Save the weak.

- Give it to the poor.

- That's the duty of the strong and rich.

But, my lord......

What can I do if I don't want them to be saved or applied?