Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

Sleeping on your back, reach for the ceiling where you can see the peeling thick wooden beams (stirrups). Well, you won't get it.

Try opening or closing your left and right palms slowly as you go. Somewhat uncomfortable, but seems to be able to move it as I thought it would. It's obvious when it comes to natural because it's your own hand, but that still means...

"(I guess this is the 'rebirth' one after all...

I thought so, niggling my own, little baby hand.

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I was a designer working for a mid-level game maker in a city hall. Past form. What's the name... doesn't matter. It doesn't make sense anymore.

Some famous Kansai (?) Born by the theme park, I grew up with nothing in particular and graduated from the software department of the nearest electrical university. However, as a result of stubbornly (choking) game lovers while in school, I went to that college for 2 years and studied designers before joining the company.

Specializing in 3DCG modeling, it wasn't until about six months after I joined the company that I found out that designers from middle- and weak businesses were convenient conveniences.From creating 2D dot paintings (small images such as icons) to creating textures (image materials for texture representation that stick to 3DCG models), rigging (operating device settings to move 3DCG models as much as I wanted), motion, level design (3DCG field designs), creating effects (special effects), etc., everything from fantastic (or so) image creation and naming was revealed. Each of the major players has its own profession, but due to the intelligent circumstances of labor costs, small and medium-sized people had to do it all together. It's really intelligent.

That's why in my second year of employment, I had a change of job stuck in my head, but when I slipped away, I became the feather to serve for four years because I couldn't make it to the right separation.

In the meantime, the mature (kona) jobs are two smartphone apps and one pussy job (subcontracting, maybe a grandson contract?). For some reason these were evaluated there, and from the following fiscal year they were to be entrusted with the chief.

The chief is in a position to supervise his subordinates while also having to ripen his own production work. I mean, super busy! Yet the salary rises by a few thousand yen by hand, a position that is very inappropriate. I honestly wanted to say no, but it felt irresponsible to throw out the job I was about to do, so I ended up taking it as it was.

Advice, the work from the fifth year has been horribly hard.

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"I can't! Like putting it up in six months with just four designers! What can I say about the last time I used it around, but the world view and interface are completely different! There's hardly anything to use around here!

Me eating and hanging from producers. I'm going to make a sequel to the smartphone app RPG I made last time. But the budget relationship (again!) and the development period had been shredded to 1/3 of the last time. And this is a certainty.

If delivery is not extended, there is only man-made sea tactics. Pull out members of other projects or place orders externally. It was a collusion for that...

"Don't tell me you can't shake a sleeve without it - do you? Do something. Oh, hey? Look, I'm chief now, and come on, this isn't the show of arms, is it? Hey?"

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but this producer is weirdly annoying to stretch the end of the story! It's even more annoying to be born and raised in Tokyo's 23rd arrondissement, even though some big Kansai artist T.S looks just like him: round glasses on his thinned head with a round face! I don't know why!

"No, you're beyond what you can handle with your arms! If you want to finish this amount of work by the delivery date, you need 1.5 times more manpower!

This one word was superfluous.

"So, you work 1.5 times? I'll talk to the president about overtime properly. Nice to meet you. I'm not hanging in there."

It was the moment when my bonsai and New Year's holidays disappeared.

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Since then, I have little recollection other than work.

My men's designers are competent, but they were all girls. I can't be that tough, and I'm not going to let you work late. Above all, I don't want you to hate me! I'm a man too, I don't want to lower my girl's liking! A man would understand!

Inevitably, the load for that came back to me.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays stay at the office, otherwise return with an end of the line to an apartment rented in a critical city. Saturday morning I go home once at the start, and when I've done laundry and all sorts of other things, I go back to work and stay there, and I go home on Sunday morning and sleep like I've been dead for a whole day. And we'll have another Monday morning.

After three months of living like that, I lost 8 kg. It might suck a little, I thought, but the delivery time is approaching without question. Nutrition drinks I just have to work hard on one hand. Don't let the president admit such unscrupulous overtime! You're too black for this company!!

"Me, I'm quitting the company after this job! Absolutely quit!"

That's what I was screaming at once a week, but I never thought this was flagged.

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The day was very quiet. Most employees have been on New Year's holiday since yesterday, and I was the only one in the company. I've had a lot more nights, and there's less noise from cars running down the street on the surface.

Dinner was done with convenience store lunches about an hour ago. Sip (soot) an instant coffee of drowsiness brewed in a large stainless steel mug while walking badly to the desk.

The work includes modeling work for 3DCG, which is a full-time position. Now, do you want to continue - and the moment I reached out to the mouse, it came.

There was no precursor or context whatsoever.

A hell of a severe pain running on my chest. It's like being stabbed through and made a decision. Naturally, I haven't actually been stabbed anywhere, and I haven't bled. I squat holding my chest down too much of the pain, but the momentum causes the chair to drift down and fall to the floor. I can't breathe in so much pain. I can't even speak out, but my head was calmly trying to grasp the status quo.

Perhaps this is myocardial infarction. If you do not treat it as soon as possible, it is a dangerous disease that will leave your brain severely impaired even if your life is saved. How do you know that? My paternal grandparents and my maternal uncle are dying of this disease. "It may be genetically susceptible. 'My father once told me, and I was curious to find out. They told me to boss, so I was so scared.

Oh, no way that was the flag? What are you doing, Dad?

Right now, I'm alone in the company. I can't expect any rescue from anybody else. I have to do something about it myself.

With that in mind, I reach for my charging smartphone on my desk. Only a few dozen cm is slightly further away. I grip my smartphone over something I can finally do while sweating.

... but that was it.

Darkened in front of you, distant consciousness. Falling into a dark world. Fortunately, I should say, I don't feel any pain either. While I was feeling a similar loss of consciousness to sleep, I felt I heard a bell in the distance.

"(Oh, it's New Year's Eve...

That's where everything about me ended. The running light didn't turn.

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I remember when I was born. I feel so bitter and anxious, crying out loud. I guess it was my mother who held me like that and gave me up. I remember the soft feeling and the reassuring sweet smell.

But the past few days have been cloudy of consciousness, with all sorts of vague memories. Earlier, my consciousness finally became clear, and I finally remembered my memories of my previous life.

There is no untrained in previous life. I know I'm sorry I died before my parents, but it's sunny enough to think I paid off that black company one arrow.

For once, a secret folder of an individual's PC is hidden in disguise. If you don't know that, you won't be noticed.... No, right?

Whoa, speaking of which, I still hadn't done my word when this happened. This kind of thing is style beauty, so we need to follow it properly.

Meditate and slowly open your eyes while lying on your back. And a word.

'... it's a ceiling I don't know.

That's what I wanted to say, but out of my mouth,

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

It was.

It's not tight.