Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Ugh... you're lying..."

Crush again, close to the mirror where it cracked and only the frame was left.

Hundreds of mirror fragments, unbroken and scattered on the floor.

"Oh no..."

Pick up the mirror shards with your fingers.

Even if you peek in, it's just reflecting my face, it's just a mirror.

I can't give up and start lining up the mirrors one by one.

If you rearrange everything nicely and glue it, it might fix it.

It's close to a puzzle with no answers, but it shouldn't be a task you can't do.

"... ah! This... he's alive!

I found only one fragment leading to the other side in a fragmented mirror.

It's the biggest fragment of all.

Is the mirror also broken on the other side, as usual, not at the entrance of the room, angled from a low position to reflect around the entrance of the basement.

But now the future is connected...!

"Yay...! Good....................."

Of course, the shards are impossible sizes for me to cross over there myself.

If it's about the arm, it'll fall out to the other side, but it's dangerous because the automata will still be rolling. Automata was only targeting me, so even if our kids came back, it would be harmless. Otherwise it's just a dangerous thing (Berserker).

But... but...

What are we going to do...?

Think with a brain that doesn't work at all, peeking into the mirror that keeps reflecting the thin blur and the basement.

The answer was - obvious.

But I...

I... didn't even want to think about that answer for a moment.

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"Oh, yeah!

I remembered to the lid.

There was a teleport of clan benefits.

Teleport to Home.

We can go back!

"Teleport! Up to the clan home!"

Scream at the clanging.

I was in a hurry.

I didn't even think of it as chillary, such as that I might never be able to return to Earth again this time when I got back.

But the result is silence.

Nothing happens.

"Whoa, dude! It's a teleport! Even a clan home!

Magic formations do not appear.

It doesn't even pop up on the genius board.

"Goddamn it, Clan Clan Clan! Nature, vocation, vocation! Hey! Hey...!

This is Earth.

It's not a different world or a fantasy world or anything.

There is no Spirit.

Teleport is unavailable.

On the contrary, there are no genius boards.

I had no vocation, no inherent position, no skills in this world.

That was the reality here and now.

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I was still rearranging the mirrors.

There was nothing else I could do, and the teleport was no good, because that was all I could entrust with a glimmer of hope now.

The mirror has become hundreds and hundreds of fragments.

The null red liquid overflows from your fingers and your hand pinching the shards of the mirror slips.

"Damn... what the..."

If I noticed, my hands were covered with cuts.

The mirror is barely restored.

"Ugh... ku... Damn..............................................................."

The tip of my nose is twisted, and I can't enjoy what's creeping up.

In his blistering vision, he just peeks into the fragments of the mirror that keep reflecting the thin light basement. The light enters through the wooden doors I left open and continues to reflect fragments of the world that are now unreachable.

I don't see Automata.

Did you go somewhere, or are you standing at an angle that doesn't mirror?

There is no one in the mansion.

I don't know what happened to the parade, but I'm sure you did well without me.

It's possible that Dida's guy is up to something, but he's already accomplished one of his goals. You won't get your hands on the parade itself.

Guys, you must be surprised I'm not coming.

Will it be okay without me?

Regardless of the parade itself, I don't know what the party will be after.

No, we're all good. You'll do well without me.

How many more hours will it be before it's all over and I come back to the mansion?

Deanna or Mr. Shamash will notice that the boundaries of the mansion are broken. And you'll notice that the mirror in the mansion is cracked, that the basement door is open - and that the mirror is cracked.

That I'm not here. That the mirror is broken. You'll notice its relevance.

The afternoon sun slipping through the window lights up the dark room in energetic weather.

It illuminates the hexatatami of an unemployed virgin over twenty years of age, a man with no handle whatsoever.

My head turns bright white.

My head stains bright red.

Just a tiny piece of magic.

A mirror that leads to that world.

Why...?

Why...?

How did this happen...?

Nothing like this.

Bad is Dida, of course, but I was thinking sweetly myself.

That's what I've been thinking when that happiness goes on all along when I can do it well in that sweet world, no matter what.

Or I wasn't thinking about anything.

Whether I heard about Aeon or Isaac, I guess I didn't have reality in the end.

If you were to choose the best, maybe you didn't have to expose Aeon to the public, or do anything remarkable like a Knights parade. Maybe I should have stayed on track and not summoned a dragon.

If it stands out, it also attracts bad things.

I should have known all along about that.

The palpitations do not subside.

The tip of my hands and feet is paralyzed.

Regret creeping up from my toes makes me nauseous, sweaty and tearful and endlessly overflowing.

As he punches a backlash in the room and his head gets a little colder, reality catches up with the reality that the mirror broke.

A shattered mirror, visible at the end of seeping vision.

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A little. Just a little chill. I detected the only mirror that survived.

Nobody's back yet.

Filled with regret and self-loathing, I wandered around the room, wondering if it had been hours, but it had only been about two hours.

The mirror turned out to be just about a tiny 25 cm square, but it was still alive.

If it's about your arm, you can put it through the other side, and you can send stuff over there.

If you haven't lost your functionality altogether, there may be hope.

"Oh, yeah. I have Deanna's magic, and I have Mr. Shamash... Okay, okay. All right. It's okay, it's okay...!

I snapped one.

If we didn't, hope would still be really crushed if we didn't assume there was a future.

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How long has it been?

At the end of what seemed like infinite time, there was finally movement in the mirror.

I don't know what's going on with the debris on the other side, but the debris and debris overlap, they're just a little angled, and I can see the entrance to the basement.

The lights were blocked by the shadows and it was Deanna who changed the blood phase that appeared in the retrograde.

"Deanna! Deanna!

Scream into the mirror.

Deanna finds the mirror shattered and stands still with her mouth covered with her hands.

This is followed by Marina, Mr. Rebecca, Elepi, Etowa, Olica, Ion, Mr. Shamash and Mr. Sherrow.

Everyone stands on their feet.

I have eyes for Marina.

Only Marina, Aeon and Mr. Shamash can see the world on this side in that member.

Marina screams something and rushes over here.

On the other side, my face would be reflected in the mirror as if I had been trapped in a mirror.

Marina shouts something again, alternating mirrors as if Aeon and Mr. Shamash confirm.

I screamed without regard for the neighborhood nuisance, at least if my voice reached me.

But I can't get a voice.

I can see Mr. Shamash noticing Automata, or from the beginning, opening his back and taking out the Spirit Stone. Mr. Shamash may have known what Automata was like.

Pass the spiritual stone taken out by Mr. Shamash to Deanna, who still stands flaunted.

I'm shaking my shoulder, screaming something.

Marina is crying and screaming at Deanna.

Deanna makes up her mind, and she comes this way.

Deanna doesn't see this side of the mirror.

I reach out.

Reach out of the mirror.

A soothing feel. I've held it several times now, Deanna's cold hand.

Grip it hard, grip it back. Make sure the magic isn't closed yet.

Get your hands off me, Deanna in the mirror sends a spell to the Spirit Stone with her eyes wet in tears.

Overflowing over the mirror, Deanna's Spirit Magic.

It would be spiritual magic that rewounded (...) Marina's wounds back to normal.

Fix it with this magic.

The mirror will be fixed.

So, again, as always.

That was prayer.

And it was the only hope I could have now.

Even if the light leaks out of the mirror subsides.

Even if the mirror doesn't make any difference.

And Mr. Shamash, who leans down his neck in the mirror.

Deanna is also shaking her shoulder by Marina with vain eyes in the mirror.

Everything, in the mirror.

It was what happened in my dream.

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Regret pushes me.

How did you participate in the law?

I should have said no.

The parade was much more important.

Why didn't you ask someone to wait at the mansion?

For example, if Mr. Shamash had waited, this would not have happened.

Why did you talk to Dida?

I should have ignored that one.

Even if I did something later, I could've done something with everyone.

Why did you run off to the mansion?

If I had fled to the city, someone might have asked me for help.

Why did you think to run away from the mirror after the junction was broken?

My legs were faster than mine, so I'm glad you wanted to escape through the woods to the city.

"If" springs out of my head as much as I can without stopping.

If I had done this then.

If only I had done this then.

Don't stand in regret.

In my whole life, the day won't come when I'll bite these words as hard as I do today.

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I don't feel like doing anything.

Just in the room, looking in the mirror, rearranging the broken parts, rebuffing memories in that world in my head, holding Deanna's hand and every day goes by.

Mirror shards are carried by Deanna all the time.

I could always touch Deanna if I reached out.

I stroked my head and wiped my cheeks tears.

I held my hand and touched my chest.

But it was like touching a phantom shard that no longer arrived.

The world and the world, separated through one mirror.

That distance, it's so close.

I can even touch it.

If it's not connected...

For a moment, such an idea comes to mind.

There's nothing more I can do from here.

On the other side, I just have to ask you to look for a means to fix the mirror.

I'm sure Mr. Rebecca or Mr. Hetty or Mr. Shamash or Cleric will be looking for you.

Yes, I have nothing but to believe.

From here on out, there's nothing you can do.

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Even after the mirror broke, both Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Hetty showed their faces frequently.

Marina also smiles and gives me a daily report, which I find impossible to make.

Sometimes Etowa comes and reports on the store's situation with a painting on paper. The stock of the product still seemed OK, but I sent all the stock I had in the room out of the mirror as much as I could.

Mr. Shamash seems to be studying the structure of the mirror. I don't know because it's a gesture, but I write something on paper that I don't really understand. It's like a magic formula and holds my head.

For one thing I was relieved that there was no shadow of Dida, but I had days without stopping by.

Even I shouldn't stay like this.

I knew that, but I couldn't move a single step.

The computer hasn't been open for days.

I guess the amount I was putting out to Ok has already been won, but I wasn't motivated to do the trading work. There would be a "very bad seller" rating, but that didn't really matter.

Deanna on the other side of the mirror, cried every day.

I thought about that, like, eating properly or being locked up all the time and not healthy, but that was the same for me.

I'm already stuck in my room forever.

toilet and enough to go out to the convenience store in the middle of the night at best to procure food.

My mother doesn't stay home much at night, but she just seems to have noticed my anomaly, and she talks to me about something, but she didn't feel like dealing with me.

I didn't care about anything.

I even thought I'd be doomed by the world like this.

I don't think it's good. Everyone's doing their best over there. I have to do what I can.

Even though I knew it by my head, I couldn't.

There was nothing I could do.

One day those days lasted a month, when I got my hands in the mirror, as usual, I was given something like a bunch of paper and one stone.

"... letter...? And this is a spiritual stone?

A long time ago, I accomplished my guide and got it too, Crystal (Quartz) Spirit Stone.

And one letter.

There, it was written in the obsessive Japanese language, "Better than Orica."

From Orica, it was a letter.