Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

The "Hero of the Clear" meta hated herself.

From the time I got my mind on it, if I cried, I was beaten. Learn that it is wiser not to cry.

When I saw it, I was beaten. Learn that it is wiser not to turn your gaze.

I opened my mouth and he hit me. Learn that it is wiser not to talk.

If I were there, I would have been beaten. Learn that it is wiser not to exist.

But I didn't know how to disappear.

So stupid Meta kept getting beat up all the time.

Meta thought it was a legitimate treatment of herself, and her surroundings made it strong as a matter of course.

She told me she didn't even want to see her face, so I hid it, and one day she laughed.

That was a mockery, but for the first time, I wasn't beaten up.

I see, and Meta learned one more thing.

I'm sure your face is something you want to punch just to see. That's my fault. Let's cover it up for life. Still, after a while, they became violent again. Meta thought that she must have some reason to be beaten up again. Otherwise, there's no way they're gonna beat you up.

Meta was beaten to death one day.

Don't cry, don't look, dive in your breath whenever possible, hide your face. Note that Meta seemed to have a reason to be beaten.

Existence itself is upsetting.

I heard those words.

I see!

And Meta was very convinced.

Then I wish I wasn't. I was born into something of my own, but it irritated my surroundings, and even made me kill myself.

Some people in the world live happily ever after without being beaten up.

I wish I had been born that way.

It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. Everything is wrong with me.

'Being a poor sheep. I'm so pathetic, I bless you.

I heard voices. That's how Meta was reincarnated into Arksbaona.

As soon as Meta was reincarnated, she imitated the figure of an Arxbaona military man who found herself.

"Watertight" presides over "Being". It is possible to read and synchronize the subject's presence information to itself by touching it.

Good. Now I don't have to get hit.

Good. Good. I'm not a bad myself anymore. Good.

But the military man, imitated by his presence, stripped out his vigilance and pulled out his sword.

I wonder why. I don't know. I reassembled my existence. There can be no more upsetting existence itself.

Or is he also on the side of being beaten up again in front of him?

The man shouted something, and when Meta was not confused, he was slaughtered.

He is slaughtered and his blood is blown out.

Meta and man, both, from the same place.

Oh, why would I do this? Because you and I are the same, slashing is nothing more than an act of self-harm.

I hate to hurt, so Meta solves the synchronization. All that's left is a scratch on the man's side, and eventually he died.

When the man who committed suicide in front of him was not surprising and Meta was trying to keep it that way, a woman appeared.

"... you did it"

She's a beautiful, wavy blonde with shallow black skin. I was only a teenager at the time, but my red eyes, like blood, remained the same.

"The Hero of Vientiane" Eulalia.

"Though qualified, it is a sin to hang an Imperial soldier where he is the property of His Majesty the Emperor. If you have an explanation, state it immediately."

Intention to kill.

Meta thought she was going to be beaten up, and I didn't like that and synchronized it to her.

"Nah."

The information on meta without glasses is not available. Therefore, she seemed to understand.

He said that he was not imitating himself, but that he was indisputably homogeneous to The Hero of Vientiane.

What if it looks like this? Wouldn't it be annoying?

"What do you mean, you?"

I felt the intent to kill sharply sharpened. I wonder why. I don't know. Could it be that people, when they look in the mirror, it's annoying? I haven't checked my face in a long time, so I'm not sure.

"Answer me!

"That's it."

That's where the beautiful young brunette - Glare - showed up.

"... an unmarked groovy mouse flair has come to do what"

Voice lowered one step. The intent to kill becomes condensed.

"If you are exposed to murder in a situation where there is no room between summonses, you will be concerned."

"Pull out Moga. This guy is already on his own. Is it tempting to justify murder?"

"I guess you didn't see it"

"... what?

"Though I believe that the imposition of a sanction based on speculation in the absence of conclusive evidence should not be justified. Or does your honor say that you have the right to dispose of the reincarnators where they are the property of His Majesty the Emperor without authorization?

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"You're arrogant, Eulalia-Warhol"

"Don't get on the diagram, Glare Griffen. Don't think color attributes determine your character."

"Qu? Do you mean that your officials are obsessed with such matters? This is what I feel, 'worthless'. Unless you're bloated."

"... ugh. - Enough. Be my guest."

It seemed that reason had suppressed the explosion of anger.

Glare turns as the woman turns her heel back.

I found myself widening my eyes a little.

Is it because Meta was what he looked like?

"Why do you look like me?"

"Because I don't want to be beaten up"

Now I thought of it as a Mocha-like reply, but still, Glare understood.

"Right. Then come with me. I will not allow anyone (anything) to hurt you. I don't care what you look like. Can you understand that?

Thus, Meta was welcomed into the brigade.

What Glare was saying was true. In the meantime, I started wanting to help them with their work.

Only then did Meta reach the point of being counted in the "Hidden (Void)", acting brigade leader.

I loved my people, but I couldn't just show them my face.

Let me see, I couldn't do it because I was scared to imagine a scene where my buddy's attitude would change.

"Hey, Meta. You are a hero who wants impudence and can only live by denying himself. Thank you for helping me this time."

Jeanne-Inveus is laughing.

"It seems interesting to have you imitate me. [M] I'm guessing that's gonna imitate your memory? Look, I don't care about the privacy of others, but I'm the type of person who wants to protect my privacy at all costs, so it helps if you don't mind."

I snort.

Do what they tell you not to do, and I don't want you to beat me up.

"Your abilities are nice. [M] Oh, I need a favor. I'm a superior officer. That's an order."

Jeanne says with a full grin.

"I want you to turn me into one of Chrono's people and kill him."