Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Damn... after all, a good job is more than a graduate condition..."

I was roaring in front of the job offer I got in Halois.

The next day I took my first step in the real world.

I've got tons of job applications in Halois. Motivated too. I also have a suit. I don't have a job history or education, but I only bought a resume.

Though.

It's not that I choose to work… but I still wanted to get some good work in relation to sending people to different worlds.

But there is a sad high school graduate. The recession goes hand in hand, and there are no jobs. Well, in freelancers whose work history is just for black companies (now bankrupt).

I heard that this kind of thing is the trick to go to Halois every day and apply the moment a good job comes out.

That's why I go there every day.

"It's also my hand to move on to a culinary relationship... Ultimately, I also hear that independence is difficult without some own assets…"

"No, do you have a hand in apprenticing to the forge of a shortage of successors? But I guess that hardly pays... Even as an industry, it is thin…. There is too little demand in warring times anyway...... Even a knife, stainless steel is more convenient to blast, and a cook restrained in a steel knife is going to decrease..."

"Fraudster relationships are corny, so I wonder if it's a legitimate jewelry relationship... The thing is, I don't hire high school graduates because of credit issues... I wonder if it's because the product I'm dealing with is expensive..."

"There's a lot of work out there that keeps the craftsmen alive, but I don't know. Local Buddhist shoppers had jobs..."

"Again, it would be easy to find in a normal company..."

Glittering with the job chart, I worry with bumps and squeaks all by myself.

It's hard to find a job.

Humanity also wants to choose somewhat, not to mention how much it is if you don't choose.

The world is a recession.

When I realize it, the recession screams and keeps screaming.

I don't really feel it. It's been a recession ever since I realized it, so it's a mythical world story that the economy is in good shape.

In the Black corporate era, I heard a lot about a time when the economy was good.

It's a memory of the Bubble Age.

Said I could get any job if I was willing to work.

Said the city was full of people.

Said every restaurant was full.

Said the car was about too late to buy a replacement in two years.

Says the official was a job for the losers.

Said, I just went to the company interview and got a proviso and a gold seal.

Says, if I did the stock, I would have definitely won.

Said I could eat at interest rates alone.

Said 50 million yen of land sold the next day for 100 million yen.

Said that every day was a liquor pond meat grove anyway...

It's a myth. All I can say is yes.

I can't imagine there was such a time.

Compared to Fever's first time in this bubble era, such as something I enjoyed a bit in another world, it would be totally cute.

"Anyway, get an interview."

Pick up some from the job applications you've received in large quantities.

I'm scheduled to have an interview tomorrow at Harrow Work.

In fact, it seems to be the truth that it is not so easy to hire.

They think of the corporate side as an instant combat talent if they can, and if so, it's hard to hire a guy who's a high school graduate and hardly has a job history.

When this is a graduate, they have a pretty good chance of getting hired, but unfortunately, a regular high school graduate is the final level of education.

Open the computer.

The graduates have no choice but to say. Going to college now isn't without a hand, but I don't have a real hand, and I want to send supplies to another world.

First, we have to make money.

Jobs can also be seen from the computer.

Some websites are done by Halloween, and there are jobs for companies that don't go through Halloween.

"Nevertheless, is it still inefficient to look from a computer"

On Twitter or something, they get jobs like this, but it's hard to find them.

Again, the basics go through Halois.

Open the auction page.

I sent an apology yesterday to the winning bidder whose mirror broke and left it intact for about a month.

I've been rated a "very bad seller" because I won't be able to cover it up anymore, and it's actually the result of what I've done.

Anyway, let's send the product to the winning bidder we got in touch with.

"... hmm?

I notice more new ratings.

"At this time?

The number of ratings is a testament to online auctions.

A lot of "good" ratings serve as a determinant that we made a lot of good deals as they were, giving reassurance to the winning bidder.

So, naturally, I always cared about the number of ratings.

"- Huh?"

The moment I saw the comments written on that assessment, my head turned bright as if time had stopped.

My heart bounces hard once.

Daylight. It is certainly written there, along with such a sense of unreality, as being greeted by characters I met in my dreams in a neighborhood park in the middle of the day.

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Rating: Very bad seller. Rated by: darker_than_darkness

· Imported folk art wooden carved mask handmade ♪

Comment: Mr. 1, the Mirage thing on the slate. The Great Mage of Dreams is here.

He said he'd fix the mirror. Come back.

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"The Fantasy...... the Great Magic Master......?

I've certainly heard of it.

In that world, that's the name I hear sometimes.

Were you a hero of Eliche nearly 100 years ago?

No, Mr. 1 in the first place...

Slate is a slew of fairy boards...?

It's as if I'm even daydreaming. Reality is rare.

But no matter how many times I look back, it does say so.

I checked the auction page where I put out the mask.

A new message from the successful bidder had also been posted on the trading bulletin board.

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Hi, I'm darker_than_darkness and I won the mask.

I don't know if the reason Mr. 1 disappeared is because he only came from Neto Okbale or because the mirror was real and really cracked, but I'm just a hobbyist who wants a mask worn by a black elf. Please, don't worry about making a deal.

Face the sleigh again, too. I don't know if Mr. Dream is real, but if it's real, he seems to be throwing away ads, so I might try contacting him.

As a one fan too, I'm hoping for a new picture.

I'm glad you raised your picture of black elves, if possible.

Well, thank you.

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The mask of the product is left in the area after the photograph is taken.

I bought it at Eliche's flea market, it's a little old wooden mask.

Operate a computer to fish for image folders.

"This..."

One of them up on the slate, a snap at the mansion mixed up pictures of Marina playing with a mask.

I wasn't distracted...... but you were licking the sleigh dweller to derive relevance from such a small picture......

No, I don't care about that at this point.

They say the Great Mage of Dreams is coming to the sleigh.

I don't know what that means, but I want to hear it anyway.

I don't know if it's real or not, but I've never told anyone about the Great Mage of Dreams. Of course I don't write on the sleigh, and I'm the name of an old great man myself in the first place - it was a degree of recognition.

I opened the bulletin board.

I opened the latest slate and loaded the summary slate.

Do some writing on the sleigh and listen to it from the residents.

I also got the throwaway adds of what I call the "Great Mage of Dreams".

Scrutinize the information... not so much, but anyway...

"I knew it was... real... or..."

I just have to think.

It's a coincidence when it comes to coincidence, but I've never said anything about Deanna in a thread about high elves.

And about Nightmare. I may have put out the words Eliche and Lucraella, but Mismikandal and Link Lummy are names I could remember myself.

At least, it's definitely someone who has something to do with the other world.

And he says he made that mirror.

"Okay......"

I want to get in touch.

If you can fix it, there's no more joy.

- But.

What if he's crazy?

I don't have anything to lose anymore - it's not easy to say.

I still have that mirror shard.

There's only one thing left for me to connect with the other world.

If, indeed, he was a great magician of dreams, if, indeed, he was a wizard.

That's why I said, "Hmm? Am I wrong?" And so on, magic fails, mirrors have been lost! Can't say enough that it won't be.

Or is it possible that he would show me the mirror and say, "I made this, so I'll have it back"?

If that happens, I have no power whatsoever.

Then why don't we fight with the Devil's Sword? If that happens, I'll just be arrested. But I just don't like getting hit anymore.

It was the next morning that I was dominated by such "what if" and concluded.

In the end, I decided to stay in touch.

Choose words carefully and write emails.

I don't know what this person is like.

But if you're going to fix the mirror, there's no way.

Because I'm not strong enough to have the choice not to just look at the risks, even though I can.

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The reply came right away.

Mr. Dream was amazingly Frank, and he missed Emmesparet, and he was spelled out in casual terms about how he was doing peacefully over there.

They used that mirror to come to this world a long time ago, and they haven't been back there once. He says he can't go home anymore, exactly.

After several interactions, we were actually supposed to meet.

He said he would tell me more about it then.

Taking into account our vigilance, we were to talk at the coffee shop.

As for the other side, they wanted to see you at home. She wanted her daughter-in-law to see her.

Dreamsmen seem to live in Yamanashi prefecture, so it was difficult to get there.

I handed Olika a a brief overview of this one.

When it comes to synopsis, you won't know what to say about computers, so it just means meeting the Great Mage of Dreams. To the best of my knowledge, I was accompanied by words that I wanted you to tell me about the Great Mage of Dreams.

After a while, Orica replied.

What I found out there...

The archdeacon of dreams is a man blessed by an earlier cleric in Eliche, the only person on record to have "a unique position" in this millennium.

The unique job title is "Magic of Dreams (The Mirage)," and he hasn't passed on his skill name.

Anecdotes remain that during the war 80 years ago, we stopped just 1,000 large armies by ourselves.

Gender is man.

Missing for 50 years.

He is a famous hero not only of Eliche, but of the entire Emmesparet, and is therefore called "the 'great' magician of dreams".

That is.

Anyway, he's quite a celebrity in that world, and I've heard that name a few times too.

I don't usually care, but the bronze statue in the middle of Eliche's Great Square says the "Great Mage of Dreams" is the motif.

The play's performance that Elepi starred in a bit of a role should also have been "The Great Mage of Dreams and the Forest Without Returning" or "The Great Mage of Dreams and the Princess of the Elves" or something like that.

Why is such a person in Japan...?

The mystery only deepened.

Anyway, it seems that the members of the Mansion boiled down when I met the Great Mage of Dreams. The great genius who supposedly made the mirror can do something about it. A little fast, but so much so that some people are confident it will be fixed.

In fact, I don't know if it's going to work like that, but I haven't felt like singing a song in a while either. I hope this emotion is not "grasp what drowns even straw".

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Promise day.

Mr. Dream said he was coming all the way from Yamanashi, so I met him at the station.

There are no landmarks. We didn't even exchange pictures with each other, but Mr. Dream told me that if I saw it, I would go so that I could see it in one shot, so I decided to rely on it.

The phone numbers are registered to each other.

I haven't called you yet, but if it's Isa, we'll figure it out.

On the ground floor of the station building, stay restless with the urchins until it's time for your appointment.

Meeting someone you know online involves tension.

The opponent calls himself Odishan, but in Eliche he is passed down as a person a hundred years ago.

I can't imagine what the real age is.

Rejuvenation with spiritual stones is possible in that world. Nevertheless, there is no zero chance that an amazing grandfather will come either.

5 minutes before the promised time.

Wait for Mr. Dream, who comes on a plain native line from Kofu to Fuji and Shizuoka.

It's common to call yourself a wizard. If it's from Yamanashi, I can't help it because I don't have one on the train.

Speaking of which, I just remembered that I forgot to ask my name in an e-mail, even for some reason, when Mr. Dream called me.

A passenger spitting out of his native line jumps out of the ticket with a walrus.

I just stand there and watch it.

Is Mr. Dream coming?

I'm talking about bringing a landmark that I can see right away...?

"Hmm...? Something's bothering you...?

I'm somewhat more bothered with the ticket.

Looks like people are walking back with a flickering look and caring about something.

It's as if he was also a celebrity.

And the man showed up.

A landmark you'll soon find out... or...

"Are you serious..."

A long, dying, conspicuous nice-middle descends down the stairs, dressed in a dark blue cape embroidered with cows' motifs with feathers, namely those of the Great Spirit Le Baraca, bathing the gaze of the people all together.

A western man with an unmade set of diluted brown hair.

At my age, I would be around forty. Age as you can imagine in a way.

He smiles and waves at a high school student trying to look back and take a picture.

... Apparently, that freak is the "Great Mage of Dreams".