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

732 Kings calendar year.

Gran Feria, one of the largest cities in the eastern continent, was in danger of annihilation.

"Don't come! Ku, don't come, monster. Ooh!?

In the back alley of the lower district, one man is waving his sword.

Not to slaughter someone. To intimidate and keep away from the 'something'.

"When are you coming?!? Don't come... I'm not coming!!

To the screaming voices, to the bullish and irregular sword wind-cut sounds, the 'something' doesn't look cowardly, but comes forward a long time.

The scent of blood that makes it stronger. Wet footsteps sounding in the alley. The man who noticed that they were all, toward him - threw his sword at him and fled.

"I don't like it! I don't like it anymore!! God! God!

A man who keeps running through a bunch of junior neighborhood alleys in a ruinous way along the way.

Things on the edge of your sight pretend not to look at them. The dark clouds swirling in the sky decide that it is their fault. The scream, which became smaller and eventually disappeared, decides to think of it as an illusion.

Otherwise, everything would be weird. This is the capital of flowers and the castle town. Descendants of the hero, at the knees of King Easwind. Even those chaotic dragon claws didn't reach this city. The barbarians approaching from the sea are sunk in [Mailstrom].

The Grand Feria is invincible, with its four walls and its side as a fortified city, although it is a must by sea and land. A millennial kingdom is Easwind, whose symbol is the Gran Feria. It was, for a man, an absolutely immutable truth.

That's what's shaking right now. It's about to collapse.

The flowers were swept away, the smell of the tide conceived the smell of iron, and the sun just dazzled was hidden in the black clouds. The sound of life disappeared, the smoke rising from the chimney scattered, and the people crossing the city turned into unspeakable bodies - 'something'.

"Hih!"

In the man's sight, "Something" appeared. There were countless' things' on Fifth Avenue in the Lower District, just past the alley. No, really, it's not 'something'. Men know who they are. I knew the name, and I knew what the thing was to do.

They 're-- they're in the city of Granferia, as a matter of course. They're

"Aye no!?

sneaked from behind and bit the man in the arm. They were

"Stop it, let go! Ha, no, no! Oh, no!

They heard screams and gathered to the man,

"I got it, I got it!

aim for the man's flesh, in both hands, and in their ears. They

"I don't want to be a zombie. Yikes!!

Names, like infected people (zombies)...

A little time goes back, some time after your university made its return to Gran Feria.

In the middle of August, as he escaped from the shining sun, Guitar University was out on a picnic to the suburbs alone.

An hour's walk east of Granferia. On a wide plain along the street was a hill called Wind Bell, where, all year round, it was known for its pleasant winds.

Winds blowing on Wind Bell cause petals on in spring, heat in summer, sweep around in autumn and snow in winter. This hill, also known as the bell of all seasons, is not popular even during the recreational season because it is adjacent to the demonic habitat.

Good thing you made this hill an excellent nap spot. I don't usually stretch my legs this far because of my natural temper, but now I'm in the mood to get away from the city. Without getting lost today, we headed all the way to Wind Bell.

"Well, I can finally rest..."

Under an oak tree that grew on a windy hill, Guido fell asleep to throw his body out.

And one big sigh. Guitar exhaled long and loud as if to exhale the starch and heat accumulated in his chest.

"It's August now, August. Why am I struggling so much?"

It was still in the middle of the month, but it was so dense in August that I wanted to look back on it along the way.

My godson invited me, and I was caged in a school labyrinth. That weekend, he flew all the way to the South, all fighting the famous fierce. I did everything I could in the fight against Chaos Dragon, and I used my strength again to get out of the Colosseum.

'Croquet Disappearance Case' took place on a Magic Instructor ship boarding in an attempt to make things easier, and he did an imitation of a detective. From the imminent chaotic dragons of the night, he desperately defended his chastity. The demons that attacked the ship also repelled and silenced the ancient submarine ruins that suddenly surfaced.

It was two days ago that we cleaned up all those things and finally got home. That's your greatness, too, was physically and mentally exhausted.

"I feel like I've worked my whole life... I don't want to do anything for a while"

It's on a refreshing wind bell, precious enough to keep your body on the ground like turbid mud.

The grass coloring the hills blue tickled his cheeks and earlobes.

"Uh... healing..."

Hidden in the shade of a tree, in a cool breeze, and forgetting the heat of midsummer, the noble grandeur closes his eyelids with nature.

Do you want to eat a roasted fish meal at the Mampuku Pavilion in the Mass Dining Room when you leave? Or should I eat something sweet with a coffee noisette? You might want to hang out on the street. The noble majesty, wrapped in melancholy, makes thoughts play in the soothing consciousness.

"Let's wake up and think..."

Eventually, the noble university that threw even thinking, as it were, traveled to the world of dreams -.

"Huh!?

I suddenly jumped on a ringing fanfare!

[In the deep woods of King XXX years, the virus was discovered]

"Ha, ha!? What, what!?

Then, to the voice of the narrative that echoes in the back of his ear, Guitar opens his eyes and looks around. But there's no one around him.

[The Volksler family, the landlord of the "Necromancer", has been aware of the value of the virus since the beginning. That this is an innovation. Our time is coming. They were excited and rejoiced. Eventually I don't know the tragedy of visiting them]

The monologue continues, not showing what the narrative looks like. The voice of a man with no personality continues, accompanied by sad, horrible music.

[The study of the virus went well. Enhanced infectivity that was fragile. Fixing the direction of genetic variation. Management, culture proceeded fine, and at the end of the day even produced biological weapons with subjects as' materials']

"No way, this is it!?

Here you finally realize what the invisible man is talking about.

This monologue is what I once heard. The voice of this storyteller is the voice I heard one day.

Virtual space built in an ocean of electrons and quantum. A small world named Another Wolrd Online. There were regular, major events taking place there.

A great adventure that begins with the use of key items that you can receive during. Find Treasure Island, explore the ruins, defeat the dragon, and save the princess. Join forces to defeat the Demon King and run the wilderness on a thousand scale. These varied stories were an indispensable accent in the world of swords and magic.

"Necromancer City Z - Do Zombies Dream of Raw Meat?" obtained by your University at the Stols Martial Arts Games is also one of the key items for the event. The story of saving a city turned into the capital of the infected by the evil "Necromancer". A glass cylinder enclosed with green liquid was a tool to open the curtain of a certain tragedy.

[The Volkslers are doomed. Whoever laid his hand on the virus did not remain and perish. But that wasn't the end of the tragedy]

"Oh, you're not using me! I even moved him to the corner of the valuables section to make sure he didn't touch me by mistake!

A rushing nobility and a relentless monologue. Eventually, the monologue came to an end, and the great item section opened as if to echo.

[Leaked virus. infected people. A city that sinks into mourning. Disappearing screams. A world that comes to an end. And it begins, numerous tragedies]

"Stop it! Also, you can go back. Yikes!

The lukewarm, single-handedly out glass bottle rises to the sky and flies away to the other side. To the west. Hundred thousand cities, to Gran Feria.

[Here, no one, can survive]

"Guys, run, whoa, whoa!

In a voice of awe, Your Highness cried out. Knowing it wouldn't arrive, he shouted.

Shortly afterwards, a glass bottle burst over the Grand Feria - the city swallowed by the green mist.