I do not know how or when I died.
What was waiting at the point of incarnation while holding memories of my previous life was a realistically harsh daily life while having a game-like system.
Contemporary knowledge has no meaning, and the position as a reincarnate is also untouched. The village that I was born in is a marginal village. There were neither clothes to wear nor food to eat ; no hope for the future, just seeking food to live and spending days like slaves.
At that time I heard the rumor of a certain city just when I gave up that the memory of Japan was all an illusion.
“There is a city where all kinds of wishes come true.”
I bet my last hope on such a stupid story, holding a vow “I want to live a human life at least”, and head to the labyrinth city….