I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

When the orange noise woke up, there was a bright white space there. It's a world where you just see a bright white horizon and nothing.

The orange noise confirmed it and immediately understood that this place was not real. There can't be a place like this in real life, and then it's more realistic to think that you died unscrupulously or in a dream world like you did in Wilhelm.

But once, with thoughts like that, orange sounds try to peek into their own status. However, the skill was not activated against its will. I don't see how many peeks my status is, nor does it feel like my skills have been activated. I couldn't judge whether this was a success or a failure at all.

I tilted my neck but made sure it didn't activate all my skills, and if I had no choice, I sighed. Apparently, orange noises now exist without knowledge of physical abilities but also skillfully helpless.

If so, the next thing to do with orange noise is to confirm the status quo. Move your gaze with Khorokyo and start acting to see what this place is and where it exists.

But the behavior is broken in seconds.

"This way, tough one."

……

I heard voices from behind. Turning to the momentum, there appeared a bright white table and two chairs that should not have existed until earlier, with one woman sitting on one side. He has a cheek wand on the table and a prank grin on the orange noise.

To the inexplicable pressure felt from the person, the orange noise turned the body toward the woman while only slightly increasing her vigilance.

"Hey, will it be a pleasure to meet you? I am God, as you say. [M] Speaking of which, do you want me to hang my head and pay my respects?

I've never had such a winning attitude in my life.

"Fine. Well, sit down."

I looked at the chair pointed by the woman laughing at the caracalla, and although the orange noise was a little hesitant - now I thought this woman was the only clue, and decided to sit down for the most part. The woman, whose nose sounded satisfied when she saw the orange noise attitude she had honestly sat on, opened her mouth gently, not to mention with a forethought.

"Shall I introduce myself first... I am, can I interest you when I say who sent you to that world?

"!... I think that's the best bait. I'm tough... what can I call you?

"That's right... whatever, I don't even have a name - call it what it is."

"Then I'll duly call you Cass."

"Nice, sounds good with the cuss. If I had a kid, I'd love to call him Cunt."

A woman who looked like a wind blowing anywhere in the irony of an orange noise - tentatively Cass looked at the orange noise with pleasure without breaking the invincible grin and with his cheek cane attached.

But the orange noise is not calm inside. That would be the case, too. Anyway, the woman in front of me sent herself to another world, so I can't stay calm. There are so many things I want to ask you why you sent me into that other world, why you were yourself, why you were imposed such a fate.

But she also seems to know that, laughing karakularly and joyfully as she receives a caged gaze of orange noise animosity, she waves that hand plumply and forgives the orange noise.

"Don't worry, I'll answer your questions in the right order."

"... Then why did you send me to another world? I was supposed to die then... but if you noticed I was in that world... why did you send me to that world until you made Shishi cry?

"Free time crushing"

Ha...?

Orange sounds flashed for a moment in response to that answer answered immediately. This woman in front of me now thought a few seconds late of a blank thought about what she wanted, and immediately reminded me of the solution.

leisure time crushing

I was free, so I somehow flew orange noises to different worlds. For her, that's all it is. That orange noise somehow caught my eye and somehow did something interesting, so I somehow just sent it to another world in my spare time. For Cass, that was the only reason, and no further reason was needed.

"Just kidding -"

"But you'd be dead if you stayed that way, wouldn't you? I was sent to another world to get a second raw, and I hope you don't forget that place?

"You know what, I didn't say I wanted to go to another world...! Sure, I'd appreciate it if I met one of my dear friends, but - if I disappeared leaving Shiori with an extra worry, even if I knew I'd meet Finia, I wouldn't have wanted it from the start."

"Heh... but you're probably trying to get back to your original world, aren't you? If that's gonna happen, you can meet that girl again."

The orange noise was not bothered by this woman speaking in front of her.

Indeed, we have met and bonded with Finia and Leila, Lulu and Liesche, Noel and Doran - many. Some of them became quite close, and they were there to favor themselves. But I know the orange noise. For me, that's what's built on the presence of the signs.

That's why, although orange noise cares for them...... I'm sure if I were to be able to return to the original world, I would be able to truncate them without hesitation. Whatever you say about taking Finia back to the original world, or how you respond to Layla's love, you'll be able to cut everything off with a lie.

"Not yet" for orange noises nowadays - they are discarded.

"Not yet" for orange noises nowadays - within the limits of being able to paint myself with lies.

"Not yet" for orange noises nowadays - within the bounds of being hurt.

But it was this woman in front of me who created a situation where I had to do it. That's why I don't like the orange noise in front of this woman. More importantly, I don't like the fact that he was persecuted by the world for "somehow" reasons.

There's no reason to do that, and orange sounds don't remember doing anything bad like that. Yet if you make a mistake, they throw you into a world of death, etc. - there's more to joking about.

"That only makes sense when I get to see Sign again... and you think there's a guy who won't be angry when he's carried up to that fate?

"If you're a combat freak, you'd be happy, you seemed different... Don Mai, you're tough."

"Die, Cass."

Cass did not move at all against the words and actions of the orange noise. Wherever she blows the wind against derogatory words or blameworthy tantrums. No words seem to resonate with my heart at all, like an arm push on a warm curtain.

But that doesn't mean it's broad-minded. It doesn't sound like a word to her, actually.

She is something big, uncertain, almighty, like concepts, or laws, or creatures, or nature, or the world, or even called God.

I haven't seen the existence of a human being in equivalence enough to be glad and worried about the tiny human language. If you step on it, you'll die. Same as a bug telling you you're stupid doesn't feel anything. I am aware of the difference in overwhelming existence that I even feel sorry for Ning Ro.

So I don't feel anything where the orange noise, a human, tells me something. I even feel sorry for the orange noise saying that, and I even want to praise you for saying something interesting inside as an observation object. I mean that, for her, both the orange noise and the world where the orange noise was flown, are equally observable. It's only worth the amount of morning face observation that elementary school students do on their summer homework.

"So, is there anything else you'd like to hear? I'm in a good mood now, so I'll give you an answer for now."

"... how can I go back to my original world?

"Mm-hmm... that's against the rules, tough one. Games are adventurous things while looking for tactics for themselves, aren't they? You know what I mean by that? It's called cheat... so I won't tell you how to do it"

"I see, I mean, there's a way back to the original world, right?

"Whoa, that was a silence."

In response to the orange noise query, the cuss winks while keeping his mouth in check. The orange noise gave him a look like he did it, but he lurked his eyebrows into the attitude of the cuss again.

The cuss laughs joyfully against the orange noise, releasing the elbow that was attached to the table, leaning against the chair's back grasp with his hands spread out. Then he opens his mouth only to the value of the orange noise as an object of observation.

"Fine, let me give you a hint. You never dared open the door to this place - its reward. We have to water the flowers, feed the worms, moisturize the soil, win or lose the feud, enjoy the killing, despair for the victims, hope for those who feel saved, and all sorts of things for humans... so you don't have anything to give either, do you?

"... so?

"Sure, there's a way for you to get back to your old world. Though I won't tell you how, there's not even one sole. Well, you're going to find a tough way to do that, aren't you? No, maybe we can find it."

To her words, orange sounds distort her expression to create a questionable face. A look like you don't know what you're talking about. That would be the case, too. I am told that there are several ways to get back to the original world, and that among them we are approaching a particularly tough one, but the status quo alone does not give me any judgment at all. Because I have no idea what I can do to get closer to what she calls the way back to the original world.

With such orange noise perplexity on the margins, she stands up laughing in a caricature and walks over to the side of the orange noise. I knocked my torso forward from my hips and peered into the orange noise face.

"The tips are right - 'ghosts', 'otherworlders', 'white will'... are these three for now?

"Ghost...?

"Oh, you had a ghost beside you... let's not say any more because I gave you a hint. Well, then I guess it's time to get you back to your old world. I'm not free either, because I'm going to be working on a new game that I bought by eating potatoes watching cartoons."

"... just let me hear one last thing. How many otherworlds have you sent to that world besides me?

That's how Orange Sound threw further questions at the cuss who just tried to push Orange Sound back. As far as orange sounds are concerned, there's probably one, many and two different worlds peeking at the brave. Based on earlier keyword tips, it's probably someone from different worlds who was involved in Noel's experiment.

Because there are other worlds besides orange noises in that world. That became a fact that I could say with certainty.

I want to know the orange noise - how many different worlds are there like myself in that world?

"Fine, I'll tell you"

And did she see the question as funnier in heart...... she grinned viciously.

"Except for you, the human I sent to that world -" Seven (...). "

And all of them are still living in that world - against that fact she emitted... the orange noise opened her eyes in amazement.