In a Different World with a Smartphone

When his eyes woke in the morning sun, the sandy beach, which brought King Dowburn back to reality. After all, that series of events was not a dream.

I was uncomfortable with my right leg along with the metal sound of jarrah as I ran around yesterday and woke up my humming body and tried to get up.

"What is this..."

The right leg is shackled and stretched about fifty centimetres short. And beyond that was King Zardonia, who sleeps on the beach.

Pull your right leg and stretch the chain with a pin and it's connected to King Zardonia's left leg.

"No...?

King Zardonia, whose left leg was pulled, rose with his sleeping eyes, and looked up at King Dowburn, who stood beside him in Kawawa, and glanced at him, and then turned to the shackles connected to his left leg.

Hey, King Zardonia rises up and turns his rugged face to King Dowburn.

"What are you going to do!

"I don't know!

We grab each other's chest barns and yell at each other. Of course, those two people don't think this is what they did. I simply wanted someone to hit me with frustration.

"You want me to be with you all the time!? I feel nauseous!

"That's our line! If you don't like it, drown in the ocean and just die!

"You die!

After a childlike argument, even once again, the effort begins.

When King Dowburn's fist, which took the mount earlier, struck King Zardonia in the face, strangely, King Dowburn, who unleashed his fist on the contrary, blew up better.

"Gube!?

He was King Zardonia, who didn't know why and was a kyoton, but he kicked his opponent's belly up with his unchained right leg all in return when he saw King Dowburn rolling at his feet and felt a chance.

"Ugh!?

The moment I kicked him, King Zardonia, on the contrary, held down his belly more and fell. It was as if someone had kicked me in the face.

"Guuuuuuu..."

Seeing the grunting King of Zardonia, King Dowburn comes to a terrible imagination. No way, while kicking King Zardonia in the back with his belly, the pain ran like he was kicked in his own back and fell on his forehead.

"Ghigi......"

Definitely, he is convinced. I don't know why, but King Zardonia's damage is coming back to me.

King Dowburn walked into stopping King Zardonia, who was about to strike himself again when he fell.

"Stop it! If you attack the eagle, it will return to you!

"I don't know what, bust!?

The moment King Zardonia's unleashed kick burst into King Dowburn's neck, he, the one who unleashed the kick, fell on the sidelines.

"You idiot. What I taught you kindly."

"GOOOOOOO... WHAT HAPPENS...!

"I don't know, but that kid must have done it. The pain comes to me when I hit you. On the contrary, if you hit me, the pain will go to you. Use strange magic......!

King Dowburn is slapping or touching his cheek with his hands. I have a feeling. He doesn't seem to feel anything over there.

Beyond a certain amount of pain, they send you to them? And, he held his fist and punched him with his own cheek-eye.

Cancer! and the pain runs when it sounds like a bone. Looking forward, King Zardonia was holding his cheek and groaning.

"Ki, ki, you! What do you do all of a sudden!

"Calm down. Isn't that a little experiment? Again, the pain I beat up is like going to the other person...... the pain" Yi "!?

A severe pain runs on King Dowburn's right arm. When I saw it, King Zardonia in front of me was about to follow his right arm as much as he could.

"Sounds like the pain does fly. No, this means we share a feeling of pain, huh!?

A painful blow to King Zardonia's right cheek. King Dowburn vindicated his right cheek.

"What will you do?!?

"How dare you!

"Though you must be the one who did it first!

They were the two who grabbed the chest barn and tried to punch each other, but that fist stops on the verge. Shortly afterwards, we both punched ourselves in the face with our own fists for what we thought.

"" Ha!?

The pain you hit yourself with and the pain you flew from your opponent, double the pain, strikes you both.

They were two people who fell on the beach, but stood up immediately, staring at each other, and then waved their fists at themselves again.

"You bastard! You bastard!"

"You bastard! Stupid bastard!"

Hurt yourself, what a surreal sight was illuminated in the morning sun.

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"... Winter Night You, Are They Smarter Than Monkeys?

"Just give me a minute. This is unexpected for me too."

I hold my head in the Doctor's heartbroken voice.

We're chained together because we have to cooperate with each other, but it doesn't make sense to hurt or even kill the other.

That's where I put the 'curse' to share the pain. When you hurt someone, it returns to you. Kill the other person and you could die yourself. I thought if we did that, we'd think carefully and act.

I didn't expect you to attack me either.

"Mostly, why are these two hitting themselves? It would be the same if you beat them up already."

The Doctor is right, it hurts to hit yourself if that's it, and the pain returns to you if you hit the other guy. If it's the same in the end...... oh, because you might even get beat up? Hit yourself and you'll be sure to damage them.

Surprisingly...... it doesn't look like he's here at all......

I sighed when I saw the good old Osama who kept beating himself up on the monitor.

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"Ha, ha, ha..."

"Zee, zee, zee..."

Without withstanding the pain of his whole body, the two men, who fell asleep on the sandy beach in large letters, stared at the sun as it burned with gizzardly eyes.

The pain disappeared as I fell asleep. Actually, the winter night snuck up on the recovery magic, but the two of us never find out about it.

From the belly of the two of them, a huge noise rang, Ghuuuuuu...... I haven't eaten anything in a long time. If you don't eat anything, you'll starve to death.

We both got up slowly and stood up.

"Catch a fish in the ocean..."

"Find some nuts in the woods..."

We crush each other and then we stare at each other, hun! and turn away from all of them.

And on his back, King Dowburn went to the sea, and King Zardonia went to the woods, and fell on the spot in an attempt to advance. The chains of jalali and shackles make noises.

"What do you do? Huh!

"Here's the line. Ahhh!

Gun your head! and yell at them as they bump into each other.

"You seem to want to get out of my way...!

"You are the one! You generally think fish and other things can be caught so easily in the ocean!?

"Hung, this is why the one in the frozen country of the river all year round. From a small time in the river of Oasis, the eagle has planted many fish in the Momochi. One or two fish if you have the skill of a eagle..."

"What do you mean? Then where is the beard?

Muggle, and King Dowburn clog the words in King Zardonia's return. I don't care how you look at it, it doesn't fall around.

"How are you going to catch a fish without a pole or needle? A clue? You catch a swimming fish by clue?

"Grunt......!

Exactly. Neither has King Dowburn ever caught a fish in a clue. King Zardonia is right, you won't be able to catch fish without tools or anything. The other side is right.

King Dowburn distorts his face in repentance. King Zardonia sees it and tries to pursue it further.

"How are you going to eat that after you caught the fish in the first place? Are you gonna keep wearing that? It's not easy to start a fire. Isn't it much easier to find nuts, fruits, naturally growing wild grass, etc. when you think about hassle free? This is why the one whose head boils all year round in the heat..."

"Grungy......! But not as long as you can find something to eat where you go into the woods! Can you tell what's eaten and what's not eaten in the first place?

Ugh, and now King Zardonia clogs the words. He, who is born royal, cannot make such a judgment. Many don't even know what form the ingredients were in because the meal eats what the cock cooked. I can tell by the fruit.

But King Dowburn was with him. Actually, he hardly knows either. We were unknown kings to each other.

"So let's go into the woods a lot. That's all I could say. If you do it badly, you might eat poison grass. I don't mind you dying, but I'm sorry about the kid's magic."

"Nuts and fruits make some distinction! You wouldn't know if you didn't try! Or do we starve to death here!?

"What, this...!

Gwwwww......

I could hear myself and my opponent, the belly for two, in King Dowburn's ear trying to say it back.

The two of you who shut up, hun! and as they turned to each other, they aligned their footsteps and went into the woods.

"Definitely. That's Passimo's fruit."

"That's definitely Passimo's fruit. I've had one from Arendt."

I walked in the woods. The two of them finally found it. I was looking up at it. There are red fruits in the branches of the large tree. Pacimo is a fruit that can be picked relatively anywhere. Though it does not grow just in Dowburn and Zardonia, the hottest and coldest places.

The pasimo seemed deliciously colored and raw. But it's also expensive to take and out of reach.

"Do you want to throw stones?

"Silly. Can you hit such a small fruit well? Even if it does, I'm suspicious it'll fall."

"Then..."

They saw a thick tree that seemed easy to climb before looking at the chains of their connected legs.

Normally, even children seem to manage to climb trees. But at the same time, the difficulty jumps.

"We'll have to do it"

"Uhm."

Gugguuuuuuu...... and the two head to the Pasimo tree with the violently self-asserting belly sound. What makes you think this was our first move to work together, but we don't seem to realize it?

He climbs the tree with his feet on a firm trunk contour, reaching out. Chains don't feel weighty for some reason, so they don't get in the way. As for 'weight', though.

"Whoa!?

"Around!?

King Dowburn slipped his leg and fell from the tree. Naturally, the King of Zardonia, linked by chains, also falls by roll. Fall damage twice as bad as my share and my opponent's hit them both.

"Be careful! Look under your feet!

"It's weird! I'll take it!

Two people complaining but soon clinging to the trunk of a tree again.

"Right there. Put your foot there."

"Turn this way once. You're in danger."

We climb the trees a little bit as we speak to each other. Then finally we reached the branch where the Passimo fruit was.

The branches deflect on the weight of the two of them, and there is the sound of a mistletoe. There are two adults on board. I can't help it.

"Hey, wait, be careful"

"I get it. Don't make a mess......"

When King Dowburn reached out to the fruit of Passimo, the branches broke with a sound of bakiri, and each of them fell as-is.

Two people smothered by the pain that fell about upstairs. But in front of them were four fruits of Passimo for every broken branch.

Take one in each hand, wipe the dirt with clothes, and immediately cover each skin. After a crisp toothpick, a slightly sweet flavor spread over the two tongues.

"Delicious..."

"Hmmm......"

After that, they kept eating the fruit of Passimo silently, and in no time they both ate the fruit of the two Passimos.

I felt so good because I was hungry.

If you look up, the delicious fruit is still raw.

"Not enough."

"Right."

The two stood up and turned their feet again to the Passimo tree.

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"Exactly. You cooperated."

"Otherwise there's no point in purposefully replanting Passimo trees over there. We'll have to restore the branches later."

The Doctor and I sigh as we watch the two men struggling badly on the monitor. It's been a long time. I hope you can understand the situation a little better.

I caught my head watching Babylon's "Institute" and "It" at the Second Lab desk.

On the desk there was a small box about thirty centimetres long and forty centimetres across, with island miniatures inside. It's more of a geo-lama than a miniature.

In fact, this is the island with two people. It combines space-time magic with junctional magic to create a simulated world.

There is a demonic prop, Artifact, similar to "Zao," and I've all been trapped in it. It was tough then......

Of course, I'm checking for safety, and I'm not putting anything dangerous in there.

I just want you to get along without anyone interrupting me, okay.

"What about the princes?

"No problem. It's going steadily. Only the king and some old nobles wanted war from the beginning. The support of the people leans toward the princes."

Currently, in Dowburn and Zardonia, the King is missing, meaning that Princes Akeem and Frost are acting for the King, respectively.

Although the public is informed that it is ill because it is only missing. Of course, I'm telling the two princes what's going on. I thought I would disagree because it's just like taking my parents hostage, but they accepted me so much for it.

The Holy King of Arendt, who was present, said it was common to talk about trumpeting a king who, though a parent, could not do it for the people, but that's scary, too.

Worst case scenario, I may have decided that the King wouldn't have any trouble doing something about it... but no, let's just say I think this trusted me. Yeah, that's more constructive.

The two princes immediately negotiated peace with their neighbours and offered a truce. There was a voice of condemnation from the old nobles who were preparing for the war, but the princes held the weaknesses of those nobles and so on, so they were forced to shut up immediately.

Apparently, the princes had been looking into it individually for a long time, and the old nobles had also done things like dripping food from the pinhane of weapons and protective equipment by war, and the more war they waged, the warmer their nostalgia. The old aristocrats simply hated the other country, so it was revealed that they weren't trying to fight in.

So you're saying the Kings were the only two people we were meeting for that reason?

Naked kings are vain...... I'll be careful, too.