Genius Scammers Want to Live in Rack Even When Reborn (Old Title: Different Worlds (Inchi Ki) Heroes)

Consciousness rapidly turns to awakening to the strange sensation that shakes its roots.

I thought it was an earthquake, but it's not.

It wasn't the body that was shaking, but the mind, it felt like that somehow.

"Wow, glare..."

When I woke up my torso, the sun hit my face directly.

It's too irritating for my sleeping head to rush and cover my eyes with my hands.

The moment that hand touched his face, the intense discomfort that blew his drowsiness shook his brain.

"...... eh"

I do have a feeling I'm touching my face.

It's supposed to be, but everything in the palm of your hand feels like someone else.

Hair texture, touch, face size, contour, eyebrow thickness, eyelash length, eye shape, nose height, lip thickness, and more.

No matter which one I took, it wasn't what I remember.

No one consciously remembers the shape of their face.

Still, I have the opportunity to wash my face, pay the forehead I see, or touch my face at least a dozen times a day.

For example, you can recognize it as uncomfortable the moment you touch the acne you made on your face, because you unconsciously remember that there is nothing there by nature.

And if you look closely, so is this hand.

The length of your fingers, the shape of your nails, and the thickness of your muscles are completely separate.

Palm size is like different in the first place.

"Uh, uh. And high voice."

At the end of the day, I snag my groin.

Yeah, there is.

"Before the vocal changes, you mean a boy around ten years old"

I grasped my condition for now.

It wouldn't make sense to think about why this is happening the same way Marie did.

I turn my consciousness from the inside out.

Built a bungalow based on your current location, wooden indoor, private room, column position and thickness.

Beds are made of wood, sheets are cotton.

It was only recently that I changed the sheets and pillowcases based on the number of hair falling off.

It doesn't feel luxurious, but it's clean and well maintained.

There is nothing in the room that can be roughly called personal effects.

Empty vases by the bed and plenty of room for one person to sit and work.

Is it a hospital because it also smells faintly of disinfectant?

Window frames are made of wood and glass is crude with low transparency.

They say the view outside is pretty little air pollution due to the lush trees and clear skies, and the blue of the sky.

Guess, this is a poor hospital in a suburban, natural land.

I'm about 10 years old and I'm in the hospital for some reason. No obvious trauma or pain, so the cause is unknown.

Long-term hospitalization is unlikely with this poor facility, so I came here at most 3 or 4 days ago.

The vase is empty because you don't have a visiting body, or it leads to a direct cause of hospitalization.

I guess this is the place to start.

Let's leave the room for a moment and gather information to the point where it won't make a scene.

Pull the duvet off and get out of bed.

The limp slab floor was pleasant.

"Rosie, I'm coming in."

I heard that voice just after I stood right in front of the door.

It was after the door had already been opened when I thought it had gone to the characteristic voice of a young woman.

"Ah."

or which one leaked his voice.

I pulled a grin, and my long-lasting sister in an apron suddenly lost herself with the door open.

Yes, this sister called the hospital room, but she wasn't expecting a response from inside.

Even if you are unconscious, you speak up when entering the room with respect for your privacy, and that is a consideration.

The current situation, for example, is simple and clear.

That the boy who wasn't supposed to wake up, woke up.

"Uh, good morning... sir?

Even I can misread.

Nevertheless, I would have been able to see a little more at a time when there were no slippers or other footwear near the bed.

"Ugh, lying, right...?

Precisely as if you had met a ghost as well, your sister snapped a break.