Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Lord! Mishi, it's a pussy!

I kind of got a voice that rounded out some amazing idiots, and I decided to use my working head to direct my attention around myself.

A black twin-tailed, chested little girl next door is jumping a little with a bamboo knife in her hand, but every time she goes up and down, her swinging left and right tail is kind of annoying.

"Who are you?

"Lord!? It's Gilliel, Gilliel!

"Hmm?

I'll hand the thread of my memory to the little girl who opens her eyes so hard to raise her voice of protest.

Somehow, if you ask me, I have one angel with such a name, the kind of memory that I didn't create, like I created it, like I don't.

"I'm Gilliel, appointed as Lianya's guardian angel! Don't forget! I can't save you dressed as such a toddler and feeling like a middle-aged man on your head!

"Who's the boggling old man!?

If you drink it and lightly force it, you leave a short scream and its appearance blows away in the distance.

What do you care? You're a powerful angel there, that.

He says he hit it with the intention of wiping it off, but he still exists.

No, it wasn't the same time.

The dumb administrator here grabbed the information that he had reincarnated an ex-human into an indefinite form of mucus creature and sent him into another world.

The whole thing, what can I do about it, such pleasure... I would like to see it divided into smallest units of constituent matter in its head.

By and large, human beings are those that function properly as self because they are in human form, regardless of their size and differences.

If we were to reincarnate this into, say, a little ghost around there or a cannibal ghost, it would still be barely understood.

For once, those are also in the form of people, I must say.

Dragons and all that. Well, it's safe.

Some have different shapes: head, neck, torso, feet, and some look like hands.

To put it very seriously, I can't even say that it has the same configuration.

But mucus organisms.

This is no good.

It's different from the form of the sensors.

Although humans call it sensation by feeling the irritation around them with their skin, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, mucus organisms can be called sensors, so to speak, the whole body.

If you say it in humans, it's like smelling it with your eyes or tasting it with your nose.

Still, there are no hands, feet, or anything in the mucus organism.

It might be a little off the record.

When it comes to a world where science has progressed a little bit, there are some worlds that are doing research that only extracts the brain from people, puts it in the body of a machine, and gets a long life there, but it has largely failed.

There are many theories about this, but the truth is that people's minds can't recognize machines as their own bodies, and they collapse.

I managed with an alternate signal in my gut - I'm not talking about a level.

If you apply this to a mucus organism, this organism has no guts or anything.

It's an organism that preys all over its body, chews all over its body, and digests all over its body.

Naturally, the human spirit, which has been plunged into such a thing, does not know if it is loose or immediate, but it definitely collapses.

It was supposed to collapse...... don't this guy stick strangely?

Originally, he had a personality that wasn't really bound by what he said he was, or he lived a life that wasn't so different from that of a mucus creature when he was a self-depraved person eating and sleeping over and over again?

Or I feel like I'm starting to adapt somewhat... oh, I knew I couldn't.

Trying to turn the time a little faster, it seemed to establish itself for once, but I'm starting to get confused in my spirit everywhere.

At a time when you're supposed to be an ex-human and have no hesitation whatsoever about eating the same human being, that's already turned out to be a superior dangerous creature.

I don't know, it's like I'm just eating women... they're the same protein anyway, so there's no difference between a man and a woman in taste, that one.

Mucus creatures are a name, so there are passages where the great administrators recognize them as inferior and any good creatures, but they are irregular beings who, thanks to their lack of wisdom, have managed to do whatever they call the existence of the world.

I want you to even think about it and see it.

I have little to no self or instinct with me, I eat food that is mechanically close by, and when the volume increases, I divide and increase the number.

Even in poor environments, I don't know if there's a concept of life expectancy to survive there.

... that, did you set it up?

Hey, it was a long time ago, so there's a sign I forgot too... Yeah, it's already a hassle to look into, so I'll just leave it.

So, well, what the hell would happen to such a thing if it haunted the human spirit even though it was somewhat broken?

Worst of all, according to the instincts of self-preservation and self-prosperity, eating and increasing and repeating, the world is overshadowed by mucus organisms.

In fact, I've done something similar in the past, and one world has perished.

So I should have given you a circular so that you would never, but will there be a co out there that you don't remember in the circular thousands of years ago...

Unable to fit in, it has grown enough to make a nation drink. As a proper incineration disposal, the administrator who did it pushes it into a world full of mucus creatures that had previously perished.

No, I thought it could be used for something, and you didn't dispose of it.

Even though the whole world was covered in mucus, there's no hassle in maintaining it because each other eats each other, and if it decreases, it just repeats the increase.

Not to say a stupid administrator, for once an administrator.

Even if the mucus makes you lick every inch of your body, you can't die.

If you remember after hundreds of years, I'll rescue you.

"Lord! Are you going to kill me?

I don't know how far I flew, but my brunette twin tail finally came back as I blurted all over my clothes.

After a job, I greet it with a clear and good smile.

"Welcome back!

"Welcome back! No, it's not! You went over the walls of the dimension and fell somewhere you didn't know!

"It's not where I don't know, it's a free void. Disappear if it falls."

"Please don't say anything horrible!

"Well, well, so. Who is it?

"I thought you said it was Gilliel!?

I think the name Gilliel sounded familiar recently.

Er sure......

"Gilliel was named the guardian angel of Yoshiya Kamikata, who was reincarnated with resources into a world that fell short of resources thanks to the foolish administrator you chose!

"Oh, thank you for explaining"

That reminds me of that.

That world revolves around so well there's no body to crumble.

It's also painful to take care of humans all the time, so I keep sending word to the janitor over there that it's stalking.

You can't refuse to receive it for each administrator because it is contacted by a top person.

I don't get a reply, but I'm exhausted by the complaint emails I can even send.

"So, what's a mission?

"We successfully recovered Lianya's bamboo knife"

"Oh, you're tired. So you gave me a replacement?

"Yes, it's a Japanese knife firmly!

"A machete or a knife?

"Huh?"

I sigh when I see Gilliel's face, which I was proud of, become something decent.

"With a machete and a knife, the purpose is completely different. Which one did you give it to me?

"Er...?

As I swim my gaze, I don't know what to answer, I look at Gilliel starting to sweat cold, and I wonder if harassment can be like this.

"Find out for yourself about the difference.... where did you procure the knife from?

"I disrespect you for the artifacts contained in the tomb of the original world, Lianya."

I thought that would be a grave thief noise in the original world, but I don't have a problem with anything else, so let it go.

"But well, from the artifact... that's a nice choice in there"

"Yes, because it must be something that Lianya has an edge on."

Not only is it easy to use, but it can also give a variety of benefits to the owner.

In this sense, Gilliel's choice can be described as a good one, as leaving aside the act of uncovering the grave.

"Now the visual problem is solved!

"Regardless of the visuals... you might be lucky to have handed over a decent weapon"

I also felt that the visuals were what I said, but there was another problem than that, and I exhale deeply.

A request for rescue from a certain administrator who dropped him into mucus hell in a corner of his head has been hailed, but this is firmly ignored.

Blonde big tits angel mucus blame is nothing but my pleasure to see...

I'm not happy or anything, but I might be able to sell it if I leave it on video.

Quickly, save the video in every way you can think of, at an angle…

"Lord?

"Ah? Oh, sort of, no. Anyway. There's been a bit of a strange move in the world that sent Mr. Lianya in."

"Is that a move?

"Mmm. Something... the administrators..."

What keeps ignoring my calls is arguably normal driving.

Other than that, I noticed that there was some strange movement.

"Four of the five administrators seem to have begun to step up their interference with the species they are responsible for."

"Who's left alone?

"Person in charge of the people. But that Co is always in a position to be pulled off the poor lottery."

"Why is that again? Did the lord attribute it to bad luck?

I tried to say back who would bother to make such a thing and stick it to the administrators of the world, but from the Lord's usual behavior - if they told me everyday things were bad, I would drop it off because I felt like I had lost.

"People have a year-round episode, and it's going to get a lot more."

The other four forces are afraid to remain extinct once the numbers are reduced if they do poorly.

In this regard, people survive quite a while and increase at a difficult rate, so they are often chosen as the early victims of those administrators' battles.

And this time again, I think I'm starting to smell something like that.

"I'm not accumulating for the party, hey."

"Mr. Lianya might be in danger. This is not how I want it."

Pushing the bamboo knife I had brought to me, Gilliel turned her heel back.

"Let the guardian angel do his job!

"Yes, good luck. Saira."

I tried cheering and stuff on my back that kept me away.

I have a lot of trouble getting Lianya to live long enough to have the resources, but I'm wondering if it would be terrible if I left that area to that co.

I had just given it a name, but it gives it a lot of power, and the authority actually adds something from the administrator of that world.

I didn't tell him in person.

Check the bamboo knife at once.

Properly indestructible attributes had disappeared.

Looks like he's been moving it properly to the knife I gave him.

One artifact knife, a weapon that boasts breaking performance as an item, but can it cross that world that is starting to make a big move with just one?

"Ah! Also! Why do you keep getting more worries and jobs?

She was a young girl who firmly swore to her heart that she would increase the amount of mucus by sprinkling appropriate rice for those creatures in the mucus hell that had just dropped one administrator because of the stress.

Most of all, I'm not aware that the act itself adds one more job to my work.