No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

A few days after I installed Grandpa Ganash's cooperation,

I worked in routine site excavations.

The ruins were narrower per level enough to dive deep, and if at this pace, the reach to the deepest part of the ruins would not be such a distant period.

And finally, that day, behind the ruins, I discovered a residential floor.

As for size, there won't be ten tatami.

Slightly old-fashioned design, European furnishings, and even faucets and shower rooms are available.

On the sofa placed in front of the fireplace, the blanket is about to weather while remaining folded on several surfaces.

The bookshelves mounted on the walls were lined with leather cover books.

From what I've confirmed the title, it looks like all the literary collections and history books that were also in the study of the mansion in the village of Corbett.

Will religious related and absurd books stand out in what was not in the mansion?

Collect a couple of books, something dizzy, and have them put into Melvi's dimensional storage.

But in this room, don't remember any hooks.

At first glance, it's a fantasy atmosphere, but it doesn't really feel like Marquette's culture and civilization to the best of my knowledge.

"... Melvi, what do you think?

"Hmmm...... that's kind of unusual, isn't it?

Faucet, what do you mean?

You didn't find this in the city or village you saw before you got here, did you?

I thought your husband's knowledge of the water supply was a technology that had perished a long time ago. "

"Looking at heaters and conditioning, I think it's more or less the standard in this world."

"It's very uncomfortable around here, too.

I mean, it's kind of similar to a big mess, but something like design direction is a little bit different. "

Investigate the inside of the room as you tilt your neck aligned with Melvi.

"... hmm?

I saw something like a book cover under a blanket that was decaying on the couch.

Looking carefully away at the blanket, it was apparently a journal or notebook.

That notebook? Open slowly.

And I was stunned by what appeared out of it.

"... what's going on, Ed? Shut up.

Oh, wow, what is this?

Sounds like letters... but they're not ancient magic letters or modern Marquette synonyms.

Can you read a letter like this properly...?

"... Alphabet (...)..."

Yes. What was in the notebook was an alphabet from a previous life.

Even so, not English... maybe this is German.

Turning the page, there was writing even in reverse order from the back side of the notebook, and this one was English for some reason.

If you speak English, you seem to have managed to read even my unreliable English skills.

And, I guess, this German and English text, it's the same.

[Cryptographic Decryption] seems to require skill correction, and those in German could take a lot of meaning when decrypted while comparing it to English.

To the extent that it could be deciphered, there does not appear to be any difference in content between German and English.

That means I can read the notebook in English.

Perhaps, for that reason, the owner of this notebook wrote down his notebook in two languages.

If I were an English native language speaker, it would be only English, so I guess it was the Germans (...) who wrote this notebook.

I mean - there was someone reincarnated from Germany into Marquekt, that is.

I'll go ahead and read my notes while I translate my intentions to Mervy.

Me and Melvi both had a smaller mouth count as the notebook progressed.

What it said there was a story full of falsehood and weakness about a man who kept his life flirting with "evil" -.

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The author of this notebook, Helmut Heydrich, is said to be born in eastern Germany.

I was born at a time when Germany was covered in the deepest darkness - yes, Germany during the inter-war period ruled by the Nazis.

Mr. Heydrich's home, apparently, ran a town factory.

My parents were moistened by the munitions by the Nazis, and Mr. Heydrich was able to move on to the university's engineering department.

One day he fell in love with a girl like that.

Proudly dressed in Hitler Eugent's (Nazi youth organization) uniform, he whispers love to the girl, but the girl glanced at him with cold eyes and didn't even try to deal with him.

He bit his teeth at his first disgrace in his life.

The next day he witnesses a girl walking out with one young man.

He looked into the young man.

The youth was Jewish.

He snitched on Gestapo that the girl was seeing the Jews.

He laughed damned when he saw Gestapo take that Jewish youth.

I thought the interrupter disappeared.

But some time later, now the girl was taken to Gestapo.

The young man said he was the girl's cousin again.

I mean, the girl was also drawing Jewish blood.

The girl knew it and would never come back to the city again.

Mr. Heydrich, who lost the girl, put her into Hitler Eugent's activities.

He snitched on Gestapo to spy on someone he thought might be secretly Jewish.

I wanted to think what I did wasn't wrong.

For the sake of my country, I wanted to think that I had burned down a stupid love affair.

To that end, with impetuous momentum, Mr. Heydrich continued to operate at the end of Hitler's limbs.

And at the same time as his college graduation, he decided to be assigned to SS as a technical officer.

Even the SS, he showed a glimmer and a headline and was eventually to be entrusted with one of the extinct camps built in eastern Germany.

He worked hard there as well.

I came up with an idea to disguise the gas chamber as a shower room, and the Führer received immediate compliments.

As a technician, I figured out how to dispose of "life not worth living" efficiently until late every night, and then moved it into execution.

By the time disposing of those harmful to the health of the German state became a routine, Mr Heydrich was reunited with that girl.

The girl, like Mr Heydrich, was already old enough to be called an adult.

The woman, who was a girl, was sent to an extinct camp under his control when a person was packed like objects and put on a freight train with no room for cones.

The woman remembered Mr. Heydrich.

When I saw Mr. Heydrich, who became the director of the camp, the woman opened her eyes flashly - then turned her wet eyes to ask for help.

In his eyes dwelt the hope of a rupture, of those who found themselves alive in death.

Mr. Heydrich chilled out the alluring eye of the grown girl.

Mr. Heydrich sent the woman to the gas chamber and made her kill like a bug, and the carcass dumped like garbage.

He said he watched a young SS man take a standing piss in the pit of a dead body with a joke, without moving a single eyebrow.

That evening he had a strange dream.

In that dream, "Something", named Monugonese, the evil god of the other world, gave Mr. Heydrich an indeterminate message.

The message gradually took shape when I woke up in the morning.

- Kill five thousand more innocent people, and I will grant you my wish.

Heydrich, who read the message so well, said he thought it was impossible.

I didn't think I could kill that many.

He thought the only person he was killing was a sinful person.

He firmly believed that there were races in the world whose birth itself was a sin.

He thought he was right while producing thousands of deaths under his responsibility.

But the time has finally come for the end of Mr. Heydrich's life as a camp director.

Soviet troops are approaching his extinct camp.

The center ordered him to blow up the extinction camp.

Of course, for the obliteration of evidence.

Mr Heydrich thought he had done nothing to be ashamed of, but also wanted to avoid being pursued in a post-war military law conference.

He used the prisoners to get them ready to blow up the facility.

but at the end of the day, the prisoners enlightened about their fate revolted.

It was difficult to contain the insurgency with only the few remaining SS members in the camp.

But Mr. Heydrich accomplished it with his indomitable fighting spirit.

But it was already too late.

Soviet troops, who pushed in large numbers, besieged the camp.

The Soviet army immediately let the tanks shell out what they thought of the SS members rushing the bombing process.

Soviet tank shells will destroy Mr. Heydrich's castle.

Those of the prisoners who could still move fled the camp with us.

The SS men, who were Mr. Heydrich's men, also fled, but were immediately cornered by Soviet troops and surrendered.

Mr. Heydrich, who had been flying in the office until the end of the day, was killed by a tank shell that jumped into the office - it should have been.

Mr. Heydrich was in a strange space if he noticed.

Deep everywhere, dark everywhere, dark of ignorance.

"Something" existed, with signs until it was dense there.

- Monugonez, the evil god.

There was the evil god of the other world who thought it was a lost dream and forgot about it.

said the evil god.

He said the contract had been fulfilled.

The number of innocent people killed by Mr. Heydrich under his responsibility is ultimately 35,409, the evil god said.

The evil god said he was satisfied with the numbers.

And I said it would be a shame to leave all that evil to crush.

But Mr. Heydrich didn't know how.

I protested against the evil gods that I was not evil.

The evil god beckoned.

And I said that's fine.

Then I ordered it.

He told me to reincarnate into the different worlds of Marquecto and to do all the evil.

Otherwise, I threatened to inflict permanent blame on your soul.

And I actually let some of that blame bitterness be added to Mr. Heydrich's soul.

Mr. Heydrich nodded without one or two to the pain of his soul.

Mr. Heydrich, reincarnated into Marquekt, chose the Kingdom of Sonorat as the stage for evil deeds.

Spreading recession, unemployment, ethnic issues, the national threat of loss, and military threats.

Sonorat at the time was very similar to Germany when Mr Heydrich was born.

Mr Heydrich vandalized the country as he thought it would be.

He formed the Assassination Order "Yata-glass" and used propaganda methods seen and heard in the Nazi SS to make the people of the Kingdom of Sonorat hate each other and kill each other.

People in this world, innocent of political propaganda, were interestingly stirred up and killed each other - Heydrich writes.

Incidentally, the origins of "Yata-glass" are divine birds raised by the people of the eastern realm adjacent to Sonorat.

Mr. Heydrich came from the East or named a wise man, and planted the dissatisfied Sonorat people with a subdivided concept of "ethnicity".

Within a few years, the Sonorat people, who had a pronounced idea of descent, origin, and race, split into more than ten tribes, sects, and races, and each other began to think about excluding each other from Sonorat.

Mr Heydrich went on to incite them, rather, sometimes blatantly, to carry out ethnic cleansing against each other.

And Mr. Heydrich killed the brave man who appeared in the shadow of the evil god in the devastated Sonorat by trapping him and sacrificing his neck to the evil god.

But on the other hand, Mr. Heydrich was suffering from the blame of conscience.

Monugonez, the evil god, described Mr. Heydrich as evil.

What an irony it was Monugonuese, the evil god who uncovered the identity of Mr. Heydrich's "righteousness" and pointed it out as evil.

In reincarnating and re-living, Mr. Heydrich looked back so reluctantly at what he did in his previous life.

Behind that brain was the contempt glance of the girl who burned that day.

The Nazis that Mr. Heydrich put in must already be doomed.

Soviet troops had invaded the East German camp where Mr. Heydrich was.

Perhaps the Führer will choose to die himself or be strangled.

In some cases, the German state itself, which he believed, may have been dismantled by other countries.

Everything he believed in was obscured and destroyed.

What remained after that was a bitter memory of a young day.

Snitched mad at jealousy and drove the girl to death as a result, the fall of a young day.

I don't want to admit the fall as a fall, but therefore he kept desperately trying to justify himself that day by putting him in the Nazis, deceiving himself and killing one or more human beings.

That, being reborn, became clearly understandable.

Mr. Heydrich wanted to apologize to the girl, even though he knew he would not be forgiven.

But the girl had been killed by Mr. Heydrich himself.

Mr. Heydrich demanded that the evil god not interfere any more in consideration for the brave man's rank.

Surprisingly, the demand was swallowed.

Originally, it was a promise to fulfill a wish if the conditions were met, and from the side of the evil god, it was just fulfilling that promise.

Mr. Heydrich unearthed one of the ruins of an ancient magical civilization and laid it down in his place of residence.

He then created a small workshop there, and, remembering his father's back in his previous life, sifted the gavel, moved the machine tools, and created, one by one, items to help him live.

You can have a little something.

If I can atone for some evil scattered by my weakness.

With that in mind, Mr. Heydrich planned to make different pieces that he would bring into the city and go for sale.

But Mr Heydrich got scared.

I am a great sinner in the original world, but also in this world, the apostle of the evil gods of brave killings.

I don't know when the next brave man will sniff out about me and come to kill me.

Also, the evil god Monugonez may have been better than Stalin in terms of keeping his word, but the nature of that (...) is "evil".

I might be offended by my little redemption and send in an assassin to kill myself.

When I thought about it, I didn't want to go out and sell the daily necessities I made because of it.

Mr. Heydrich was desperate, but still scared to death, leaving him unable to commit suicide, more than a decade of months flowing by.

The daily necessities were escalated, and if the magic developed independently was combined, they could even make railway rail and passenger car parts.

but after all, I couldn't have the courage to put that on the table.

Meanwhile, Mr. Heydrich was also dyeing his hands at the chemical synthesis of poisons.

I once used it in the gas chamber of an extinction camp to make a Tsikron B - blue acid gas.

This is how Mr. Heydrich writes down his mood.

"Everything is halfway there.

I don't like it at this age, but I lack something called courage.

I guess that's why I admired and was fascinated by the Nazi drawing Germanic braves.

I have never wanted to do evil.

But my weakness only strengthens me evil by merely being alive.

Weak, I produce evil just by living.

I try to escape evil and create more evil than that.

I don't like any kind of amalgamation in my second life.

Being alive is disgusting in itself.

And yet, I can't die.

Evil gods have seen that they cannot die, and have created one hell of a world in which they remain threatened.

Oh, before me, why is hell always born?

Yes, I'm desperately looking for "evil," as a bluff like every person, objectively acknowledging that I can only hope to have created that hell.

Nazis are bad, evil gods are bad, you can forget your evil while you say that.

Think of it, I've always lived blindly from my own evil.

As a result, the majority of my life running through hell can float and feel as if it were a dream or a movie thing.

On the contrary, then, I wondered if, in a dream or movie-like performance, I would be able to settle for the "evil" overflowing from my body without a will.

I, as if in the last scene of a movie, make a dramatic stage device and commit suicide by means of an automatic device in a playful situation.

Whilst - yes. Like the prisoners in the camp who were killed as if they were stream work.

Or like that girl I had a young relationship with.

If you mumble even SS military songs, you will have the courage to do so without... "

And the last day is finally coming.

When Mr. Heydrich finished compiling this notebook, he locked himself inside the stone chamber he had created in the underground space and took a shower of blue acid gas with a machine he had assembled from his hand.

The man who kept running from sin and death died at the bottom of a hole in another world.

This site, where Mr. Heydrich lived, was also to be blown up at the same time as a gas spray, the majority of which was to be buried underground.

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Me and Melvi had no words.

I can also refer to Mr. Heydrich as a pathetic man who kept being flirted with by immense evil.

but, on the other hand, even Mr Heydrich himself has caused a catastrophe that is only worthy of calling great evil.

That too, in Germany in previous life and in the kingdom of Sonorat in Marquekt.

In both cases, there are multiple stacks of the worst evils that would not spare a life sentence if brought to trial.

Neither that nor this, because Mr Heydrich was timid and weak - it is easy to say so, but then, when it comes to my own irrelevance to such cowardice and weakness, that would not be the case.

Sometimes I'm driven by jealousy, and sometimes I see my weakness.

Mr. Heydrich's weakness, because of the weakness I have myself, makes it seem like it's going on.

No - I'm not.

Mr. Heydrich lost to his weakness.

One sin after another, trying to escape the guilt of selling the girl I liked to Gestapo.

The Nazis and the evil gods stuck to the gap in their hearts.

If I read the notebook in this way, I would understand that there was a lot of misery on his part, albeit selflessly - but what I should have done after understanding it might not be to be dragged in empathy with him, even if he said I was ruthless.

If the times of birth were different, it might not just be about sympathy for him, who should have been a small citizen, but about convicting him of later wisdom and defending his position.

... Anyway, now I know why there were items in the ruins that did not fit the civilization level of this world.

As a result of further searches, I discovered several batteries and what looked like parts of a gun.

By the gun, there were also about a hundred bullets.

I don't feel comfortable trying to use the bullet that was left unattended for half a century, but I will collect it as a manufacturing sample later.

Some gunpowder wasn't actually packed, but it seems humid and useless, so I decided to leave it here.

If you take everything, the crime scene supervisor might suspect you.

Some of the rooms in the back looked like large machine tools.

but it seems that it was used in combination with magic, as in the notebook, and I don't really know how to use it just because of this.

It's like a silly big iron bobbin, so it's probably a rolling device for building rails......

Anyway, when I went to "Yata-glass", I recovered the nasty potatoes.

After that, you can throw it to the site supervisor.

Further underground in this room, it would be nice for no one to know and be forgotten like this, such as the fact that the man who kept the world whole and weak and evil is asleep.

Why did Mr. Heydrich leave a note?

That too, why did you bother to turn on the English translation until you left it?

Perhaps someone understood me and wanted to forgive me a little bit of my sins - because I wouldn't expose myself to Mr. Heydrich's sardines or anything like that.