Legend

As the midsummer sun lit up and the intense sunlight poured down just wondering if this was still the case, Reiji Saber wiped his forehead sweat while waiting for a red light on his bike.

"You're hot, you're already hot"

I gaze at the sun abominably as I hear the sound of a cicada.

Temperatures had already crossed 30°C, even though it was only after 10am. It is not uncommon for TV to have news of 40°C overrun in some regions, but there are also fairly tight temperatures of 30°C if you try Lingji, who lives in a rural town in the northeast.

"If it's this hot, you should have been swimming in the river."

This dialogue would represent how rural Reiji's place is. Somehow it's a place where cell phones don't even come in critical. The city is also reached by bicycle for over an hour from the house.

I'm busy studying for exams when it comes to my 2 year summer vacation from high school originally, but Reiji doesn't care about the area at all. Anyway, very few people go to high school in Lingji, and most of them get jobs locally.

With that ease, Reiji had fully enjoyed her high school two-year summer vacation as a long vacation that was meant to be. Of course, I got the assignment, but I spent the first few days of the summer vacation to enjoy the summer vacation and have already cleaned it up.

In the meantime, why did you come out all the way out of this hot middle city simply because the bookstore contacted me that a new issue of the novel had been included that I was looking forward to.

"But after it gets a little cooler... or should I have driven you to your father or mother?

Foolishly, I look up to my t-shirt and let out the enthusiasm that's caged inside.

That said, it's this temperature. Exactly nothing but water on a baking stone.

Wipe again the sweat that has surfaced again even during just a few minutes waiting for the red light and gaze around.

It may have been quite busy a few decades ago, but now more than 60% of the stores have shutters closed. Even though a lot of people get jobs locally after high school, the number of children itself is low, so they get really thin.

The demolition of the house had even begun a short distance from Reiji.

"I guess we're going to remain neglected"

That being said, I can't help myself, especially since I don't have a solution like this.

It was when I thought of it that way. "Danger, avoid it! 'That's what I was called.

When I turned my gaze towards you almost reflexively, about 5m of steel caught my eye... that was the last sight Reiji saw in the world.

"Oh... finally..."

Ling Er wakes up when she hears such a voice. What you see around you is a white space with nothing. That seemed to go on and on everywhere.

"... where am I?

It is true that I should have been crushed by steel... and it is a scene where I would have remembered the fear of death and cried out, but I have been able to judge with wonder and calm.

"You're awake, my successor."

When you turn your consciousness to someone who speaks and speaks like that, for some reason, the presence automatically comes into your eyes.

"Light ball?

Yes, that was about 30 cm of light bulb. That's what makes the voice sound shiny and bright.

"If it's my light sphere, it means you're a light sphere again. Do you understand that area?

Hear the words of that light sphere and realize for the first time that your body is a light sphere. Certainly without hands and feet, naturally without sensations such as eyes and ears. And yet you can see and hear why.

"What's going on?

"Relax, you're a successor candidate.... No, are you disturbed? That's what you should call my successor candidate."

"Successor, candidate?

"Hmm. That's why your soul was called before me on the verge of extinction."

Reiji thinks of occasions when steel looms over what the light sphere talks about. Surely there would be no chance of help in that situation first.

"Right. Sure I'm dead... should be. So this is what we call the post-mortem world?

"No. This is a kind of spiritual world in the narrow between the world and the world. Find my successor, exercise his skill, and thou hast hooked up to it."

Lingji reacts with Pickle to the photosphere that tells him so with a less discouraging voice.

"Is that you? You interfered with karma and all that, and you killed me?

It is a familiar development for Reiji, who is fond of novels, comics, movies, games, etc., yesterday.... but I wouldn't be happy if it happened to me.

But the light sphere in front of me once again speaks brightly.

"No. The technique I have exercised is the technique of inviting the souls of those qualified to succeed me to this spiritual world only temporarily before heading to the post-mortem world when they are on the verge of dying."

When I heard the words, Ling Er felt as though I was feeling slightly lighter. If what this light sphere is saying is true, it seems that my death has nothing to do with this light sphere. … but if all that talk is true.

I couldn't fully affirm the story of a strange light sphere to say that I had just met someone else for the first time...

That said, Ling Er encourages us to get ahead of the conversation because it can't stay this way forever.

"Go on."

"Mm-hmm. As I said earlier, I tried the art of calling out my own successor or possible beings. So it was you who appeared. Successor Candidate"

"I've been wondering just now, what successor are you?

"He's the successor to what's called witchcraft, warcraft, which is already about to disappear."

somewhere sadly groaning, a bright light sphere.

"When I summoned you, I read your memories in vain. My world is different from yours, and there is something called witchcraft. Among the sorceries, I was a mage of mighty magic. And so is one of my gates. One of my gates created a magic trick called warcraft."

"Isn't it pretty minor that it's your gate that created it and that's already about to disappear?

"I can't deny that. In the first place, because the prerequisite for using warcraft is immense magic, it's a magic trick that's hard to use outside of my gates."

"A vast amount of magic... is that for me too?

You won't be able to talk about the fact that you don't have that magic, either, which you see as your successor, than that vast amount of magic is a prerequisite for warcraft and doings. That's what Lingji asked, but the photosphere's response was beyond expectation.

"There is. In your world, there will be no one more powerful than you in magic. You have so much magic in you.... Why was a special mutation like yours born in a world without magic? It's an interesting example, but I don't have time to solve that mystery anymore. I want you to listen to me and judge me."

Then what the photosphere said was the following: As I said earlier, magic exists in this world of light spheres. And it seems that the light sphere is the gateway that brought together some of those magicians, who can be considered top notch in the world with a selection of magic powers. It was a bunch of magicians only, but you think its power was enough to be said to destroy a country in a matter of hours? It seems that a certain kind of mystery, created by the gathering of selected magicians in such a world, is what the light sphere told us earlier about warcraft. But the use of its warcraft required immense magic, and no one could use it except one gate of the light sphere. And unfortunately, the influence of the gathering of magicians said to be geniuses in a generation, or the next generation, they never showed up with talented magicians. Also, the fact that you can only use it once in a lifetime in a relationship that is increasing its effectiveness due to magical constraints when performing its Warcraft technique is probably a major reason why Warcraft did not spread.

And even the magicians called geniuses naturally had a finite lifespan, with one falling, two falling and their numbers decreasing gradually.

It was the light sphere in front of me that survived to the end of such a gate, but still can't beat life expectancy. I can't stand the fact that the warcraft we created disappears like this. But there is no one in this world who succeeds in warcraft. What about the rest of the world? With the idea that the light sphere used all of its life and magic to exercise the last technique of its life. And they were exploring how a soul qualified to create a spiritual world in the narrow space between the world and the world and to carry on warcraft for nearly hundreds of years would walk away from the world. And it was Reiji's soul that got hooked on it.

"I see. I largely understand the situation.... By the way, what happens if you say no to that?

"I can't help it. You will continue to travel to the post-mortem world and reappear as a new life."

"So what if I told you I was going to take over warcraft?

"In that case, let me be your catalyst and give you a new flesh."

Hearing that word of the light sphere, Reiji's light sphere moves pictorially.

"... wait a minute, there's a lot of words I can't miss hearing. What do you mean, you're the catalyst first?

"It means the way it is. It will be necessary to give you my knowledge."

"Is that you? Does it feel like you and I are gonna merge?

"No. I am only a catalyst. After transferring knowledge to you, it will remain absorbed by you and disappear. However, it does not change that you and I will be one. The subject is only you, but there is expected to be some change"

I heard that my personality would remain intact at least, and Ling Er exhales unexpectedly in relief. And move on to the next question.

"So what's a new flesh?

"Thou art losing thy own flesh in thy world."

I remember the steel that approached me in front of that word of the light sphere. If I did get crushed by that steel, it was also easy for Reiji to imagine that my flesh wasn't in decent condition first.

"Well, that's for sure"

"Therefore, I will entrench your soul in the new flesh that my gates and I have created by gathering magic and skill pieces."

"I see, is that the new flesh"

"And naturally I shall be extinguished after thou hast inherited the art of warcraft. Therefore, all the magic tools and precious materials left behind by my gates will be yours."

"The legacy of the world's most powerful magicians, who live hundreds of years in unit,? It's all because of you. But what happens to magic stories when you become a new flesh?

"No problem. Magic is what is ready for the soul, not for the flesh"

"I mean, the powerful magic that I have is what it is. But then why don't you use your own flesh to bring it back to life?

"No. My soul and its flesh have compatibility issues, and my soul is already old and polished. My life as a magician is already over when there is no such thing as curiosity, exploration, or thirst for the unknown. Now I have told you everything I need to tell you. So let's ask. We'll leave it behind and inherit the technology?

"... I guess I'm just going to do it with the post-mortem world even if I keep saying no here. Fine, let me accept that offer."

Light spheres blink a few times at Reiji's words.

"Thank you. Then let's start fusion."

"Oh. What am I supposed to do?

"It's not hard. I'm already ready by the time I'm in this space. After that, if you and I come into contact, the fusion will automatically be completed and you will be reconstituted. At the same time, your soul will settle in the new flesh and awaken."

"Okay.... do it."

"Uhm. Then I'll start fusion with this"

Declaring so, the photosphere approaches Lingji... and overlaps as it is.

"Thank you, Reiji Saber. And be happy in your new life."

At the same time as that word of the light sphere, Reiji's consciousness sank into darkness.