It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

The world has taken everything from me. Without hesitation, without mercy, all of that.

The first time I learned about its cruelty was when I was looking up at a clear sky with no clouds.

I was attacked by a cliff crash on the road the day my friend fell ill and took on errands to the neighbouring village instead. The sky I looked up when more than half of my body was crushed by rocks and even the pain was paralyzed felt clearer than ever.

- Oh, are you going to die? I don't want to die.

If my body had embraced death, I couldn't even afford to feel the fear of death. So all I could think of was such a frivolous sentiment. Still, the interrupting consciousness seeped through was probably due to tears shed by souls who did not want to accept death.

If that was the end of it, then I'm sure my life is just a little unhappy, maybe I could have accepted it. But the world did not allow it.

I woke up. I was amazed at the consciousness that was not supposed to wake up, and when I saw that body, I didn't know what had happened to me.

The body was that of a friend. Knowing that a cliff crash had occurred, I was embarking on the body of a friend who had come looking for me without regard for danger.

The feeling of an unknown body, the nausea caused by the price at which the soul was forcefully stripped from its original body, staining itself with them, while becoming aware that it was due to its own power.

I started my life as a friend and made an effort to know my talents. This body belongs to a friend, even if I have to give it back, my body is already irrevocable. So at least I needed to find a way to move to another body, desperate.

Fortunately, my understanding of this talent was abnormal. It didn't take long for me to learn the art of manipulating my own soul even though I was self-taught.

Not long after acquiring knowledge, I found a body killed by a rogue. Beautiful corpse killed in a single poke, it was more of a favorable condition than this. I tried and succeeded in moving to that body.

At that time I was happier that my friends woke up than that my body moved successfully. My friend was confused, but he laughed and was happy to talk about the situation.

"Good. I thought you were dead because of me. As long as I live with your death, I'll lend you as much as I can for this body."

I thanked my friend and my friend thanked me too. It will be hard to get back to full routine, but now I can live with this friend again. That alone filled me.

But the world did not allow it. I took what I got back, again.

"It is unacceptable for the dead to be resurrected. You touched the contraindications of the world."

My friends and I told the villagers about the situation. But they only had a bigoted mind that had been held captive in the past.

The dead come back to life. That is the very anecdote of resurrection magic that the world repels as contraindications. Their gaze at me was not directed at people.

I was captured, abused and executed. When I experienced my second death, I was frightened in my gaze of aversion. Only once, I wondered if it was something that would not be treated so much as a person to say that I had just come back after accepting death.

Some of that gaze belonged to bloody parents. Perhaps I could have thanked you for being able to understand that there was more to it than a blood connection.

Murdered I was once again on my way to my friend's body. Because while I was drilling to give my body back to my friends, I was wearing the means to travel to certain bodies.

I had to go out of my way to hang out with the villagers' evil taste until just before I died because I told them the circumstances, but thanks to this, I no longer had to feel guilty when attacking the villagers.

'You should no longer be in this village. So I'll leave the village with you. "

That's what my friend, who gave his body back again, told me. I was in favor of not being in this village, but I could feel free to involve my friends. Because only my friends believed in me when my family even abandoned me.

I guess he was just understanding my situation correctly because he took my friend's body the first time. But that fact was the only salvation for me.

But my friend was under the illusion that he had power over the fact. That as long as I understand, the others will understand me. All we need is time and opportunity.

The day before I left the village, my friends told my family about the situation. As a result, friends were abandoned by their own families and subjected to private sentences for the villagers, just like me.

He showed himself to a friend who wouldn't come to meet him, and by the time he found him, he was already dead. As a fool confused by sinners who have touched contraindications, to avoid adding any more dangerous factors.

They took my life, they took my place, and at the end of the day, they also took my beloved friend, who will be at my side. So far, I finally understood.

- This world takes everything away from me. That's why we have to take it back.

For me to be able to take away the bodies of others, killing all the villagers was not so made-up either. They took a few bodies, and just killed people as soon as they could while they were named, and they started killing each other themselves. I looked down and laughed as the last villagers killed each other, wondering if they had taken everything away from me.

I decided to repair my friend's body and move on, to remember how I felt about him, to get that name and to name him a pseudonym. Because I wanted to keep him as much as I promised to leave the village with him.

I'm sure this world will continue to take away from me. Then I'll keep taking it back, too. Let's grasp the power in this hand.

"-"

Why do I get these memories back? What's the point of remembering this now? The senses of the body are bare and not even the shape of the soul can be recognised.

No, I guess it's natural that you can't recognize it. Because my soul is completely shattered.

Being the Demon King had completely repaired the soul that had used and rubbed off possession. I will be completely revived no matter what I do. That's why I dared to crush that soul and even carry out the rough business of forcibly restoring it.

The results are all reproduced at the same time and no restoration occurs. It's too late to go through and only the results are left. Still, I guess I still have the self to think this way, because even if I collapse, I still have all the shards of my soul on the spot.

"Looks like you overconfident in the power of resuscitation magic and overhauled it"

Sight and hearing are not supposed to be functioning already, but the voice can be heard and the figure can be perceived in a blur. Oh, this man is sure...... yes, he is an enemy. He shows up later and tries to take everything away from me, he's my enemy.

"I... take it back... just be there... to..."

"I understand that's your underlying intention. But, you know, the world that took everything from you and the world that 'we' live in is different. From the 'me' and the others, you're just taking it unilaterally. It's only natural to protect them from being robbed."

The world is one. This world I am in is everything, and this world keeps taking everything away from me. So I must keep taking it back from this world. That's the only way to keep me in this place.

"I'm not going to deny what you've done. Maybe if I were in a similar position, I'd have had a similar result."

This man understands me. You can't deny what I did. Then why is this man my enemy and produces this result?

"I'm not making a mistake. Living in the world means continuing to be deprived by the world. So I take it back, you're smart enough to come to that conclusion and put it into practice. But I don't want to live smart. I want to live without difficulty. I told you before, didn't I?

- Is that why? But I was amazingly convinced. This man and I have a different way of life in the first place, that's all.

"Hi... one... I..."

"Because I've understood you scattered, and I understand the last words. You don't have to say anything anymore, it'll be as easy as it gets."

I guess you're right. Thank you... No, this man took my end. Must be an enemy, then I don't care anymore. Cracking consciousness into a man like this is utter futility.

It's all over, then what can I think of later? I know that.

"... Rahl... immediately... see you..."

I had forgotten my face, but until recently I looked at it every day. At the end of the day, thinking of the face of the beloved...

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I relieved myself that this battle was over, looking at the sight of it collapsing, becoming dust and fogging.

I want the villain's end to be miserable, not many wish so. But even if you want to give yourself that harsh end, it's hard to put it into action.

Honestly, 'I' is also in a frightening position to think that past actuaries would be accurate. I don't want to stab Todome while stirring up his opponent that it's karma that I deserve, because it's going to return to me one day.

"Is Larheit... dead?

"That's roughly the result I imagined. Larheit was under considerable strain on his soul until just before he became the Demon King. Ever since he became the Demon King, he seems to have ignored the burden and taken even more unscrupulous measures. When resuscitation magic lost its power, it came down all at once."

When I uttered Larheit's true name, it didn't stick. You're more upset when they call you Rahlheit's name than you were when they called you your name at the end. I guess it's because the life he's lived carrying his friend's name has a stronger effect on his personality than the life he's lived under his real name.

"Right...... Approximately what?

"That was destroying even my own soul and forcefully activating resuscitation magic. Normally, my heart breaks down and I die without talking."

Amateurs don't know if it's resuscitation magic or the nature of the soul, but Larheit had enough leeway to think about it at the end. 'Me' felt meaning to it and chose to let Larheit be free.

As a result, I just passed away remembering the only thing I had in the past...

"As for the villain's end, it would have been a lot better"

"As for the same villain, as long as I envy him"

Assuming there's hell, I'm sure I'd suffer enough blame to blow off that aftertaste, but let's not think deeply about that. If you think about going to hell, you can't be evil.

Exhale loudly and sit down to the ground. Even if it is not lethal, there is more blood lost than when donating blood. Fatigue and dizziness caused by anaemia are terrible.

"Shit, are you okay!?

"Daiji-kun. I want to lie down quickly. I don't even want to talk for three days. I want to eat my sleep."

"Sounds fine."

"Good luck taking care of him!

Have the bandages rewrapped and back on the ground. I'd like to just fall asleep unconscious at this stage if I can, but I also need to take care of Morali and the others if they fail to persuade Real or if they actually have a guy for the chance.

"- That's all I asked for," Oh, my God. "

"I get it. You seem to be talking to a dead man, so get some rest."

Put the future response on the most energetic looking 'pale' and get into the carriage. Wolfe had already used the blanket to prepare a simple bunk there.

"Ready to take care of you, I'm ready!

"Perfect. You're just picking up too many places, aren't you?

"It's okay! Wolfe's tired too, so I'll sleep next door!

"Tight, but more perfect"

They pushed him in the middle, but he moved toward the end and leaned back. Let's not think about the future now, but just be honest and happy that we were settled with Larheit.

We weren't all safe, but we ended up with the best possible result. You have to praise and thank everyone after you wake up, but now let's praise ourselves. Good luck, you're great, 'me'. What do you want the reward for? What, you want some time off? Wing salt and booze? He's less greedy, hahahaha.

"Still thinking about it. Right, you are."

"Instead of thinking about it... whatever it is, we're about to get rid of it all"

It's out-of-the-box embarrassing to imagine yourself painting in people's gaze. My mental state is much soothed by my delusions of joking, and I think I'll sleep comfortably.

"- You worked hard. Good luck."

"Mutual."

In a fading consciousness, all that remained until the end was the feel of Ilias' hand as he stroked 'me' 's head.