Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"... your husband, please wake up"

"Nooo!!!???

There was now an irreplaceable man deprived of his warmth in a room in a small three-story house with "Anything Store/Free Life" signs all over it.

"... Your husband, please come downstairs for dinner. Because I'm not cleaning up."

"Whoa... give me back my futon... what time do you think it is..."

"... it's nine o'clock. In common sense, the time for people to wake up is exceeded."

"Nine o'clock in the morning... it's time for adults to go to bed..."

Huh! Brilliant white blade.

The name of the man whose futon was ripped off by the younger resident housekeeper and whose knife is being poked at right now is Nobuo Sayama (Sayaka Hiro again).

He says he just turned twenty this spring, but from what he looks like, all he can tell is the kind of dalliance that middle age emits. The hair that is stretched over the shoulder (it may just be a hassle to cut) is falling asleep everywhere. When you get what you're wearing, it's not a sleeping roll, it's a short-sleeved shirt and a trunk.

The weighting of its sloppiness now raised the white flag where the tip of the knife had been filled with one thin piece of skin of the pharynx.

"Okay! I get it! Wake up!! Damn......"

"... Really? Then you'll keep taking the futon and the sheets. Because if you don't wash it and dry it, it stinks."

"Ugh."

I raised my voice unconsciously... I was about to rip your neck off with a sharp, pointy hand from the housekeeper! Hey, it's the fountain! stopped because the knife was reappearing. Everyone is spared their lives.

"... then later"

"Heh, heh."

A housemaid who thanks you for the dust and walks out of your room. I wonder how courteous it is to treat the Lord uninhibited. A toast with your right hand against your left shoulder and your left hand behind your hips. Always an unusual thank you I've never seen on Earth.

Yes, "on Earth".

This is not the planet where you were born and raised. It's a different world, Earth.

It was just three years ago that you fell into a world very similar to this Earth. One day, when I was playing a medieval fantasy-based VR game called Another World Online, I somehow got lost in this world.

Different worlds "earth". This world, "another possibility of the earth," branched with or without magic, was the same as the world set as the stage for "Another World Online".

People absorb and level the magic vegetables contained in the atmosphere and creatures. Acquire skills through daily workouts and job placement. And protect yourself from fierce demons by building up levels and skills.

In such a survival world, your university could survive to this day because, for one thing, the status of "Another World Online" was also adapted in "Earth".

At the level I kansted at 250, I don't suffer one scratch when a monster like that hits me in a group. Hit him with a little force and he'll blow to wood dust such as monsters below level 100.

Thanks to that, I was able to live to this day...

Since then, it's been three years. Recognizing that this is not the virtual reality of VR games, but one real world, Noble Daisy bought a whole house by selling some handheld items.

And now he lives in detail in the intermediate district of the Wang capital "Gran Feria" as a shopkeeper of "Anything Store/Free Life".

I had all sorts of adventures when I had just fallen into this world, but after dying in one incident, I was completely plumbed with "man, a peaceful life is best". I'm putting out signs for once, but even "Anything Store/Free Life," I'm not that keen to work.

With the power of level 250, you can do whatever you want. Work and other occasional ~ requests to come ~ and then all you have to do is take a nap or take a walk around the market. While you are 20 years younger, you can live a life as relaxed and comfortable as old age - should have been

"... Your husband. Today's request is for a walk by Mrs. Harold's Won in the Advanced District. A lunchtime helper at the Mampuku Pavilion, a popular cafeteria in the intermediate district. There is work done to restore the walls in the lower districts."

"Whoa whoa!!? Why do you have so much work to do!! I don't remember taking your request!?

"... I took it. If I leave it to your husband, he won't be able to get a job for long."

"Ohhhhh......!

By the way, it's all hard to say no. This little servant knows perfectly well that noble daughters will throw them away in a semi-productive job.

My lavish wife, Mrs. Harold, has high pride and stickiness, so if you refuse, she'll harass you. I usually take my own walks, but sometimes I get tired of it and leave it to people (anything store, etc.). Apparently it's your turn today.

If you walk from here and turn down a three-minute "Mampu Pavilion" job, you won't be able to eat rice in that store for a while. Cheap, lots and good. Most importantly, it is a restaurant where you can eat less rice in Wangdu. I also love you. I heard lunchtime would be busy dying because of a meeting at a nearby rally point today, but I didn't know I would be thrown in there......

It is an important project in the country, such as the restoration of the walls. The walls that protect the city from two or three monster herd raids a year are so quick and painful. Monsters who don't even know when they're going to strike won't wait for the restoration of the walls to be completed. In this way, the work of restoring the walls of the constant fire will be stared at from above if the work is refused on the same day.

(... no, I still can't say no...!

Even if you give up so badly, noble, you seem to have to do your job today. Drinking down the breakfast bread with a cup of coffee makes a rattling noise and rises.

"... are you going out, my husband"

"No, it's still ten o'clock, isn't it? Lunchtime starts at eleven o'clock. Until then, I'll be in my room... Hih!?

Pissy! Pissy! And, when did you take it out, a servant who strikes the whip on the floor with no expression. Those eyes won't move while they stare down at you. Experience had shown that if I stayed here for the next minute, I would occasionally be whipped.

"Wow! Shit! I've got something for you, damn it!

Stick your foot in a boot neatly tucked away in the front door (Noble House is a Japanese style where you take off your shoes and go up. The office on the ground floor is western with shoes on. Because I'm Japanese), you're leaving with a sigh of relief.

"... welcome, your husband"

A cageless voice of emotion thrown on its back.

It was the usual sight.