Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

I worked part-time that day as a source of income. [M] I work late at the convenience store in front of the station. The job descriptions starting at 22: 00 are very simple. The customer who brings the product is, of course, mainly cleaning. And floors, shelves, toilets, all sorts of other machines. If you keep going for a long time, your body will learn to work, and the simple task will be done relatively quickly.

It was the same as usual that day.

The sound disappears in front of the station after midnight. All there is is is the tri-colored light of the signal and a car a little too fast that sometimes passes. After some cleaning, I repeatedly picked the visible garbage from the parking lot outside the store by fire and put it in the garbage bag I had.

Is everything okay in the store?

No problem. There are no customers. It's really less people after 3: 00 in the evening, and it's Tuesday, although some people are still coming to read the newly released weekly magazine around 2: 00. It's a day when magazines that read so enthusiastically won't even be released.

He picks up some trash, gooes at the hips he was bending, and stretches out to look at the sky. Nantka's big triangular positioning star was shining. It's sunny today... what a sunless sky to glance back at and look around to see if I forgot to pick it up.

So it stood in the shadow of the pole and was the figure of a man illuminated by street lights.

Holy crap............!! Oh, you're not mistaken...?

This way, I look back and go back into the store. There was no one there the third time I saw it. That accelerates the fear extra.

When you enter the store, dive into the backyard behind the drawer next to the cashier in a straight line and sit in front of the security camera monitor. Operate the connected mouse to show the parking lot. Turn it into a full screen and view. I cleaned it earlier and it's beautiful. [M] There's no garbage.

A figure of a person walking from the edge of the sidewalk after a rest after watching for a while.

I can tell without staring. That was him earlier. Based on the orientation, this is a visiting course. When the screen was switched to a mode that also reflected the store in four parts, it was shown that it did enter the store. Any guy is a customer.

"Welcome - Good evening -"

I managed to move my trembling legs to say my usual greetings. Many people are drowsy MAX people late at night or working late at night and are frustrating. The trick is to avoid irritation with extended greetings that are slower than hazy greetings. But some people don't care. But experience suggests that people like that are the type who can cut a bee, so a loose greeting is effective in our ratio.

Stand in front of the cashier thinking about something so out of place. The example scared customer is a combo straight from the cashier's office. In this case, the pattern is narrowed down although there are various types. Someone with an object to look for. People who want pre-cashier products. And

"If you don't want to die, shut up and listen. In the cashier, in the safe."

It is a convenience store robbery.

Thoughts stop. Short. Huh? What?

"Can't you hear me? Give me the money."

I don't have a voice like a clogged throat. Earlier suppressed tremors erode not only the legs, but also the back, arms, hands, and brain.

"Ah... of..., what...?

"Money. Bring it from that cashier and backyard. If you don't want this guy to hurt you, hurry up."

Look at the hand of a man who was not a guest because he said so. It was a big knife that was gripped there. If he still had a pistol or something, he wouldn't have been realistic, and the tremor would have healed and beaten the guy on the shoulder and laughed ridiculously. But the knife was dull and glowing reflecting the lighting in the store illuminated by cancer. I can see for sure that it's not a dream or a dodgy one.

I can't help it. There's no way I can defy this. I open the register with my trembling hands. I grabbed out all three banknotes inside.

"There will be a safe in the backyard. So is that."

But the manager is the only one who knows the number of the safe.

"Well, the manager... only... no..."

"Chip...... get out of the way"

Robbery that pushes me over. The pushed momentum hit the cigarette shelf behind him, and the new one was scattered all over the floor.

The robber breaks into the backyard and searches for something as he rampantly opens the drawers around it and spreads files and kanya around the vault on the floor. Maybe he's looking for some paperwork with a number on it. Me and the cigarettes standing around watching it in front of the cashier.

I guess I can't take much time. The robber who looks at me leaves something to kill in his eyes. [M] Scary, scary, scary!

"Shit...... that's enough. You've already used it. Die."

Moment after moment, I didn't know what happened. I first noticed it was a fever. My stomach is hot enough to cook. Vision flips from a world that is white or colourless that cannot even be called black, and you see the face of a robber standing in front of you. Strong murderous eyes and an inferior laugh. Lower your gaze slowly with a hack.

The heat source had an earlier knife piercing it.

"Ah..., gu, ah... no..."

"Lies. I saw your face. You die."

Bloodstained uniform. The robber, who looked up again, pulls in a grin and releases a sharp forward kick.

"Ahhh!!

Reflectively voiced. Son of a bitch...... kicked the knife pattern......

Fall to the floor without the art of exchange. At that time, the hooked right arm can sprinkle more cigarettes.

"Chip... you're in the way"

The robber steps on me like a floor and runs to the cashier. Without the power to follow it, I slowly move my arms and touch the knife pattern while buried in a cigarette. Gently lower it down to your stomach, but I don't feel the guard part called the hilt I saw earlier. Apparently, he's stuck in his belly.

This isn't helping anymore...

Emotions similar to giving up dominate the body. If that happens, I'm done. I don't feel like doing anything.

The lid slowly lowers, giving up resistance, and the vision becomes black monochromatic.

Oh... this is the end of the year... working hard at a college I went to with high money can't get a busy job, late night part-time life. I sleep during the day and spend my days paying scholarships and stuff. It's pitiful... more like this... I thought I could do all sorts of things... I don't have the chili to mention that or anything like that.

I thought it would be a better life......

My consciousness gradually becomes obscure. I also stopped feeling the sensation of my hands and feet and the heat that was so hot.

Such, during death, at the end of the day, I heard voices.

"Confirm the hope of the subject of the summons. Grant Unique Skill Instrumental Poverty

What...? Did anyone say anything completely rude right now...?

Oh... no more... consciousness...

Somebody...