Levelmaker

"Is this what it is for today..."

The man put together the paperwork he was using at work and put it in his desk drawer. That work room with a man is not like that of a normal person. A number of awards, trophies, and souvenirs have been placed on various tools, and what has changed in particular was the presence on the spot of a mascot, commonly known as Longheart.

"Now that I think about it, maybe my days at Anasm weren't bad either. I don't want to go back..."

"Excuse me, Captain."

"Oh, what is it?"

One young man came into the men's room. He is wearing tights that are perfectly wrapped around his whole body and is wearing makeup that stands out even in the distance.

"Next Wednesday, the last day of the show, we were going to launch, but the group came together to talk about where to find it."

"Have you decided? What do you want?

"It's a BBQ shop just enough to walk from here."

"I see. Please give me some data on the location later. Last time it was a tavern, is it BBQ this time? That's good."

"I'm a little excited! By the way, Captain."

"What?

"Um... I was personally concerned about the captain's home... what happened?

The man sighed a little louder when he heard the question. But it didn't seem like I was in a bad mood.

"I think I can handle it. In a week, we'll be able to live normally again."

"Was I? It was awesome news, wasn't it? I can't believe the captain's home will be ice pickled...... weird, right? Do you have any idea what's going on here?

"Colour..."

Not long ago, there was a case where only the man's home would be ice-covered, despite the fact that there was nothing around him. Fortunately, when it got icy, all the residents were out and there were no casualties, but they were badly damaged.

Since then, there has been a fuss about an unlikely number of lightning strikes in the area where a prestigious secondary school and high school existed, or meteorites falling on television stations, and the ice-covered house had faded slightly from the topic but for once it still seemed to be mentioned a lot in the story.

The man had an idea what was causing all of this, that his parents had been ice pickled, that there had been an unlikely lightning strike, and that meteorites had fallen. Only five children could discuss the matter, and the man prioritized his own busy work and his children's failure to interfere with their schooling and did not contact them.

"Oh, you've heard something weird, I'm sorry"

"Yes, I don't care. That would be a joke for the rest of my life, so hey...... haha. I'm glad the circus was profitable and my wallet was moistened, so I was able to get back to work soon."

"I see. Oh, it's time to get rid of your makeup. Good luck."

"If you don't remove your makeup soon, your skin will get rough."

The young man left the man's room. The man elbows on his desk and puts his forehead down. There's only one thing I'm thinking about. About a different world from the planet that I used to rave around.

The man killed many people there. Though it has returned to life with the exception of some of its consequences, it has killed hundreds of thousands of people living in that world. The man just didn't regret reflecting on it.

Back to my original life, I acted for just one wish, because it was the result of hundreds and decades of trying this out. I had concluded in myself that it was because I had been used to it for a long time because it didn't break my heart because it had kicked many people down before even in commerce.

"But... what the hell is over there..."

The boys I've annoyed are still coming and going here and there. That was my biggest concern. I just can't help a man anymore.

"I can't help but care... I don't like it when you stick your neck in bad shape and this life breaks again."

Saying so, the man stood up to make coffee.

At that moment he realizes that a familiar light emerged from his feet. And even as I tried to move on from that circular light, I knew there was nothing I could do.

"What do you mean? No way again...... will I be called again?... I can't help it, there's a proper way to go home, unlike before. You don't have to be pessimistic."

The man took the position he had already given up on matters he could not escape, meditating his eyes and waiting for the time to come.

"I didn't know you could really call someone from another world..."

"You're not a cute kid like Alim, you're my uncle, right?

"Is this the man who was once near the devil god?

A loud, vicious voice you hear and a cute little girl's voice talking. The man, convinced that the transfer was over, opened his eyes. It was a dim, elegant room, and I noticed people paying attention to the many one-of-a-kind things on the spot.

"Is this... anasm?

"Oh yeah.... I'm pretty sure it's him."

"Yeah, this guy's name is Aichang Mitsuo, and this one's called Mephistophales!

A girl called the man's name. I didn't understand why this girl grasped both her own names, but for now I found everyone on this scene to be magically evil. A man who was a former evil being, but therefore.