Over The Infinite

-1-

Once upon a time, there was a man named Mikami Weaver in a country called Japan, of a star called Earth.

He was a mediocre man with nothing to say.

He was born and raised in a normal family, graduated from a normal school, worked for a regular small and medium-sized enterprise, broke his body due to overwork and retired, then died of illness.

At the end of the day, it is a bit arrogant, but it is not a rare story in Japan. I thought so myself.

There are untrained. I wanted to get married, and I wanted kids.

And then I wanted to hang my strangulation on the boss of the quitting company. Specifically, like this, neck with your hands.

Because there was untrained, I don't think so, but there was an incredible phenomenon.

"You have beautiful silver hair. I wonder if he looks like your father."

And I had the feeling of a hand stroking my head. Very big hands.

I'm blind. It doesn't mean you can't see it at all, but it just broadens your blurred vision. Actually, my hearing is suspicious because my voice was hard to hear earlier.

What is this?

I should be dead. Sickness and death to the point of no complete skin, there is not even room to imagine other possibilities.

Is it true that I even reincarnated?

The house was Buddhist, and I know the concept of reincarnation, but I didn't expect to experience it myself.

Besides, the fact that I remember it sounds like an online novel I saw in my life of struggle before I died. You were just like this.

Before I died, my only hobby was an online novel, where multiple illnesses had accompanied my weak body and I couldn't even go out on a busy basis.

It could have been a regular novel or a cartoon, but I need to buy a book, so that puts a lot of effort on my family.

At first I was watching a message board or playing online games, but since my fellow MMOs introduced me and started getting my hands on it, this has pretty much been my only hobby.

There's nothing like writing yourself.

It's not like I have any great life experience that would be a story, and I didn't have the talent to write a sentence, regardless of the kind of business documents that I use in the company. It's just a consumer.

At the time, I thought the good thing about online novels was that there were tons of things that I could easily read in a snack confection mood.

I don't know who started the online novel at the time, but there was a flood of reincarnation, tripping, possession and the strongest me TUEEE stuff that the protagonists in that background would play, including secondary creations.

I always knew there was something retrograde or something like that, but this made me wonder if the same genre coming out like a mountain was also something of an epoch background.

Either way, it was a very important time for me not to think about the illness, but to be able to get out of my head and immerse myself in it.

The most popular of these was the reincarnation thing, where the reasons for reincarnation vary, but the protagonist, who was born into another world while retaining his memory, enjoys life in another world with the given power.

Yes, my situation now is exactly the same.

Excellent. I don't remember God apologizing or getting hit by a truck, but do I have any great powers too?

Something about, like, building weapons from nowhere.

How about that, don't get distracted yet. There's still the possibility that I just normally have a memory.

"Your child's gifts are Super Combat, Super Magic and Super Translation."

I was told that by a man dressed like a priest in a church where my mother took me while I was still too busy to move around.

... a gift? Oh, is it like some kind of game? Speaking of which, you had one of these stories.

"Super Combat", "Super Magic" and "Super Translation" seem like something super awesome, but is my time just coming?

Times is me TUEEE after all?

"Sounds like an amazing skill, but it's not going to help farmers."

I'm sorry to hear about your mother, but can I please you a little bit more? I'm Tueee.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be a translator or something? It's still a long way off for this kid to grow up.

And you seem to have it in your previous life. The name Orito has already been given "

Something came out of the priest's mouth that I had heard of.

What? What, are you finding out? I was pretending to be a normal baby and doing 'ahhh' or something.

"Really? That's unusual. I wonder if you still understand the situation."

Oh, Mother. It's rare. Can I get it done? It's my child.

Is this mother really okay?

"Even if you have one in your previous life, how much memory you hold varies from person to person. Some children clearly remember, others only about their names.

And in some cases, after a few years, the memories seem to return. "

I remember so much. It almost feels like I've been here since my last life.

"With the gift of" super translation, "maybe you understand our language, too."

"Oh, really?... is that it?

My mother spoke to me.

"Ahhh."

I decided to delude myself.

"If you can talk, you can ask. What shall we do with the name, keep it that way?

"Yeah, if there's a raw one before you, then respect it... no, why don't we put it in this name and match it with the name of a man who's good for my hometown"

No! Mom, please don't!

Ori lord or such an embarrassing name, if they called me, I would be ashamed to death!!

"That's a good name. It's going to be a very brave child."

It's not good! What are you talking about? You may decide my life!! Stop it, Father Baldy!!

"Olish, you're Olish from today on."

"Ahhh."

I've been deluded.... It's all over.

-2-

Regardless of my perception of that, it seems that the name Orish is not even that weird in this region.

There were a lot of weird sounding names even for kids in the village. Nobody responds weirdly when they hear my name.

They don't have it that rare in their previous lives, so if they had ex-Japanese and read online novels in their previous lives,

"Ori lord or www baros www"

It may have been possible to react like that, but no one has retained that much memory of his previous life, and he wasn't from Earth in the first place.

Even if you ask someone who remembers, they may be from a country with a completely unknown name.

I've also become familiar with this name within a few years like that.

I'm familiar with it, and sometimes I'm stuffy as I recall, but there's no problem.

If it's a silver-haired odd-eye, seaside city somewhere, there's no problem with the way it looks like it's going to be treated as a stepping stone.

The problem is this current situation.

"I did something again. The mayor's yelling at me."

"Eh, trying to make that fat..."

A good medieval depiction includes a dirty sanitary environment, but this village was also dirty without leaking into it.

We don't even have the concept of a toilet, we're all around there. Free excretionism.

It was so terrible that I couldn't bear to start cleaning it, but I decided to create a fattening bucket of NAISEI flags.

Of course I wouldn't do anything stupid to sprinkle it like that. At first they tried to dig holes and accumulate them in them and ferment them in the sunlight.

As a result, a large number of insects gushed.

Nearby houses are devastating. There's a pile of pussy in the back yard of my house, and there's a lot of bugs. It's a big complaint because it was a house with babies.

If you're not a toddler now, it's not weird to eat a hoist. I wish I hadn't done anything extra.

Afterwards, he repeatedly failed to do what he thought, and was also ruled out in the village.

No NAISEI protagonist. You're an adventurer. It's like there's a monster or something in this world.

If I did, I would have some gifts that seemed powerful, and it seemed natural to come to that idea.

In the meantime, an adventurer came to the village, so I talked to him to hear more about what kind of profession it was.

The target is a light-black, brown-haired old man named Volkan.

Actually, he's only in his late 20s, but when he has a mustache, he only looks like an old man.

"You know, old man, I want to be an adventurer, but I don't know how I can be"

"Old man......, at least call me brother"

I've been very disrespectful in my early childhood over the last few years. He is an old man who begs for teachings.

But I don't make corrections.

"You know, there's no place for an adventurer. It's just a cereal crush. He can't be anything. He can't help it."

"In a gay tale, dragons are defeated and heroes are treated."

"I've never seen a dragon before. If that were the case, I'd definitely run away."

"So what kind of old man are you fighting, a goblin? Wow, I hear you're weak."

I've never even seen goblins, but they're still around.

"I'm exterminating goblins, too, but it's an exquisite oak that your brother can take down. One on one can manage."

"Oak is a pig-like guy?

"What, you know what? Yeah, they finally say it's for one after knocking me out alone. That would be good for a guard or something."

"Gahaha," he said with an old man's stinky laugh, and the old man boasts.

Orcs don't feel very strong, even RPGs. Isn't that a basic miscellaneous fish monster?

Or are you doing adventurers to be this old guard? Sit back.

"Aren't old men very strong?

"Come on, not to mention you're angry, because the orcs are tough to destroy. If the kid sees it, he'll leak his piss."

"I won't divulge it."

I've never used it before, but I still have Super Combat and Super Magic gifts. It's amazing. Maybe.

"Speaking of which, no wizard adventurer or something?

"I've never seen it on a boulder. Maybe he's never been there, but if he can use magic, he's got another job."

Even with the gift of "Super Magic", I don't think I'm going to be able to meet anyone who's going to teach me magic.

When I was a baby, I tried to train in magic like it was a temple, but I didn't know how to use magic in the first place.

Various, planted disappointment in the adventurer, old man...... my first encounter with the Volcans is over.

That winter, Volkan, who had come as recently as every year, did not show up.

Every year at this time of the year, they issued regular extermination requests to the city because of the amount of goblin damage, but this year they didn't send out requests because they had no money in the village and some information that they didn't see so much goblin either.

My expectations of the profession of adventurer had dropped dramatically since I heard about the Volcans, but I kept building my body that it would add up to something.

Like Volcan said, it's good to be a guard, and there's a way to be a soldier and go to war and emerge.

Mostly, I've only heard about the Volcans, but maybe the other adventurers aren't.

It's not a level of strength to manage to defeat an orc like Volcan, but stronger, if that's the kind of adventurer who can defeat a dragon, it's bound to be a good deal.

With that in mind, I wave my own wooden sword.

Thanks to this, I grew up to be the most powerful of the children in the village if I realized it.

I won't be a farmer because the house doesn't have a father, only a mother, and the fields don't belong to me.

That's what I thought growing up like, becoming a guard or a soldier, choosing that path and leaving for the city with my mother.

Fate night came suddenly one day.

A large group of goblins attacked the village that day.

The village burns in front of me. The villagers I see are killed.

A small green monster was walking wide through the village with our faces, killing the villagers, preying.

"Kaaaa! Kaaaa!!

Protected me from the Goblin attack and my mother collapsed.

I kept screaming at my mother's carcass even though I knew she was already dead after a blow.

Goblins are approaching. He had a weapon in his hand called a wooden sword, but he had a countermeasure.

... That's my mother's vendetta.

"Wow!

Swing the wooden sword down toward the goblin that killed her mother.

You couldn't stop with a single blow, and the attacked goblin stared at me like a beast and jumped at me.

He beats me with a stick, bites me, and I do it back with selflessness, too.

Over and over again, he hit him, and the goblin stopped moving while he was tapping the wooden sword, and began to melt like rot.

"Ha! Ha!"

When I saw the goblin that turned into a gutter in front of me, I finally recognized that my opponent was dead.

I stopped waving the wooden sword and after a while I could see the bodies getting a little foggy.

I open my eyes to that incredible phenomenon, and speaking of which, the villagers... and look around.

I was surrounded by countless goblins.

"... haha..."

All I get is a dry laugh.

I don't know what happened to the other villagers, but at least I was convinced I would die here.

Goblins weak? Who, did you say that?

I can only take one down.

I also lose my will to too many, and the wooden sword falls to the ground.

I fell off my knees and gave up everything.

In my eyes lying on the ground, I see a goblin gradually packing a distance.

It was in my eyes that I gave up everything and just waited to die, and it was at the next moment that I saw Volkan.

... Oh, my God, isn't that the old man?

The Volcans cut off the goblins I struggled with every swing of the sword.

I lost my mind while burning such Volcanic bravery in my eyes.

-3-

The village was wiped out by leaving me alone.

I woke up in a carriage to the city. I freaked out and kept rambling until the Volcans kept me under control.

How impudent, what an ori lord, don't be ridiculous.

I couldn't do anything. I was just a helpless person to lose everything, to be helped by the Volcans I was looking down on, to get asylum.

I hear Volcan liked the mother of the house. I don't know if he had a pulse, but he said he looked forward to coming to the village every year.

Because there was no request this year, they had no choice but to exterminate it to a different village, where they encountered a herd of goblins and repelled it.

I don't think so, so I ran into that scene when I rushed to see what was going on in our village.

Volkan was more of a protagonist than me.

Even an old man who didn't get up depressed, or hot on the beard, only Volkan was a hero in me.

"Old man, I'm gonna be an adventurer."

"... right"

That's what I said on the carriage to the city, but Volcan didn't even stop, as usual, just said and nodded.

The Volcans couldn't help but pick me up and raise me, who would have been thrown into an orphanage.

It's not hard to imagine how much of a burden a poor extreme adventurer man would have had to hold one child.

But the Volcans were not foolish about me, and they were never abandoned.

When my hands and legs stretched out and my back length pulled out the volcano and grew up, I began to work as an adventurer in earnest.

I was there to help, but I was finally able to get my job turned around in my own name.

About Goblin could be eliminated at leisure, and a few herds of about 10 were sent to nearby villages, as Volcan had done.

I think my first job went well myself.

We found the goblin nest that was trying to build the herd, and we did this extermination.

Whenever I find a goblin, anger and fear go hand in hand with all the emotions I felt that day, which makes me feel rough, especially when I work alone.

I want to destroy them all. I want to disappear from this world. The emotions I have held for more than five years, without disappearing, penetrate deeper into my heart.

But goblins never go extinct.

No matter how much you kill, you will be created and increased from the magic of the air at will. Because we breed ourselves, the speed of increase is also cockroach.

I even kept hunting goblins for a few years.

That's not why I've been exorcising monsters all year.

The profession of adventurer is such a profession in the extreme of instability. You can't just do that.

Usually I sweat through my day labor, save money, and use it to gear up and fight monsters. Killing a monster is only a small fee in return.

We don't do booze, we don't do women, we usually do day labor silently, and the occasional holidays go to the scene with training, cheap wages if it's breeding season for monsters.

A common colleague who worked in the same day's employment site became the chief one day, and I began to speak respectfully.

In the villages we sometimes visit, we have seen small children grow older, marry each other and have children in the villages.

If you notice, I'm nearly 30 and I'm starting to feel fading in my flesh.

I haven't taken a step since that night.

I felt a distance away from the public in my daily routine, where the sole purpose was to defeat goblins.

I'm sure the world wasn't keeping me away, it was moving away from me, I think.

One day, as usual, he went out to the village at the request of the extermination of goblins, where one boy spoke to him.

My parents were both from this village and I had seen them since they were only children. I get emotional about how those two kids have gotten so big too.

"You know, uncle, I wonder how an adventurer can be"

"Call me brother."

It is a word to remember Dejav badly. This kid is more polite than me though.

"You know, there's no place for an adventurer. It's just a cereal crush. He can't be anything. He can't help it."

"In a gay tale, dragons are defeated and heroes are treated."

"I've never seen a dragon before. If that were the case, I'd definitely run away."

But not like the Volcans then. I've never even fought an orc.

"So what's your uncle fighting for? Like goblins."

"Right. It's just goblins."

I've killed all those guys for the last 10 + years.

"Oh, my God, you're such a bore to be an adventurer"

"Oh, don't ever be. You should stop even sitting on your back. It's enough for me to be in this bottomless profession."

"But without my uncle, the village would be attacked by Goblin, wouldn't it? I may not be able to do this, but I still think my uncle is amazing."

It was a life I didn't think meant anything, but I felt saved by that word alone.

I think I was crying as I dropped off the boy who said 'thank you all the time' and left.

Calling me an adventurer, I don't do adventures. It's just a monster exterminator.

That's what they keep saying, but it still made me think I would be an adventurer.

One day I started to think so, I got the news that the Volcans were dead.

-4-

I was already over 50 years old and still continued to be an adventurer because I took my options.

At that time, Volkan, who had been invited by the famous mercenary regiment, could have abandoned me and joined the group.

Even mercenaries, not a worldly profession, are treated as if they were adventurers if they were a large group of mercenaries.

Losing the timing, Volcan had no choice but to continue this job as it drifted.

Even after I started working, I couldn't quit and I kept cheating, but the monsters killed me while I was on escort duty.

Escort duty to and from the city is basically mercenary work. If you're an adventurer, you won't be able to turn your work around unless you gain a lot of trust.

I guess Volcan had years of experience and gained that trust. Maybe there was an invitation from an escort who was doing the same job.

But that didn't matter, he died lightly.

He said he ran into a herd of orcs.

It's the Volcans who said it's about time we finally defeated the Orcs one-on-one. In old flesh, there's no way you can encounter a herd and win.

But the merchants who were escorting them safely made their way to the next city, including non-Volkan escorts.

If you ask me in detail, the Volcans died trying to destroy their Lord.

I didn't even care about myself, and the way I protected my escort to the end, I felt like floating behind my lid just listening.

It's a fine end that doesn't look good on that face. It's too splendid to reach me.

That day, I thought that my hero, who came to help me in a burning village, was still a hero to the end.

I was on my way to a place where the merchants ran into an orc the day after I heard the report.

I didn't ask for anything, I just thought I'd go to that place.

Take the road between the city and the city, even by yourself.

That's the way you'll need an escort. Maybe there's a bandit, not just a monster.

Though active adventurers take such a place, walking alone is extremely dangerous.

But whether it was an extraction of fate or a hoax, I met Orc at a place where the merchants were attacked.

I don't even know for myself if that was the purpose, but for the first time since I was born at this time I have encountered and confronted monsters other than goblins.

Orcs are so strong that they can't compare to goblins and so on, and my attacks barely work.

The weapon in your hand breaks, and your protective equipment and body are worn out by an oak attack.

Full of creativity, he continued to fight even heartlessly.

As it turns out, I was the last one standing.

Return to the city in a state of Zutaboro without blessing or praise.

That figure, who ran out of tiger child gear in a battle that didn't pay off, and whose body wore out and returned, from anyone's eyes, wouldn't feel what it meant.

But only in me, that was a meaningful act. Yes, I wanted to think.

"Hey, you took down the oak."

You heard the rumors, too, and a familiar Adventurer Alliance official spoke to you.

"Yeah, it's not a request or anything, it's just a hunt for a wild one,"

I'm sure that oak is an individual who has nothing to do with the oak that raided the merchant army.

I tried that oak, and it's no different than being killed on just eight hits.

I don't have any money for my nostalgia. It's just an informal fight.

"Well, the request doesn't matter. Now you can finally make yourself at home. Let's have a drink."

"... ha"

I don't do booze, but it's not like I can't drink. If you can afford it, you can have it.

Indeed, Orc's solo destruction is called the Dragon Climbing Gate as an Adventurer.

Once, when I boasted that Volcan had defeated Orc, I made a fool of myself and looked down on him, but after all the confrontation, I couldn't tell you that, even if my mouth was torn.

I couldn't compare goblins, I was a strong man combining overwhelming giants with weight and toughness.

He certainly couldn't help but be told he was half a serving this year, such as me, who hasn't defeated me. I honestly thought so.

The man spoke as he moaned in his hand the glass poured for the first time in a long time without a mouthful.

"You know what a labyrinth city is?

"Labyrinth city?

I never heard of it.

As for the labyrinth, I guess there's a dungeon, but that's a monster that just springs up and doesn't do any good. There is no reason to make the city close by.

If we were to build it, it would be a front-line base to destroy. Or a fort to protect the city from the monsters coming out of it.

"There's a wide wilderness on the outskirts of the kingdom, but it's a city ahead of it."

"Is the kingdom Orendia? It's a long way from here."

There are several kingdoms on the continent, but that's the only place to call them kingdoms without mentioning their names around here.

"It seems that the labyrinth city is fed by adventurers diving into the dungeons"

"How?

I don't see how.

Shortly after reincarnation, I was wondering if some jobs sell monster material, like games, but those guys rot and get misty right away.

"I don't know the details. Just, well, I'm pretty sure there's a city like that."

"That's a pretty frigid city. So what's the city like?

"Like you, an adventurer like you who can destroy an orc alone is called a serving, but the labyrinth city gathers adventurers like that."

"For what?

"Come on, I don't know that either. I don't know anything. I'm just instructed to tell one adventurer from the top of the guild." Why don't you go? "

It's frigid.

I don't know what kind of city it is, I don't know what it's all about, and I don't have a "why don't you go".

"No one's going to go like that."

"No, actually, there's another rumor in this city."

"What is it"

"A city where every wish comes true," he said. So some of the up-and-coming promising adventurers are curious to go. "

"... ha"

Well, if you're a human being in the profession of an adventurer with no dreams, no hopes, and no further future, there might even be a guy who jumps at such eyebrow rumors.

"Well, I can't believe it, and it's none of my business. It's too far to give it a try."

It would take months just to get around.

"Well, I don't think that's normal. I'm talking about which way if you feel like it. Oh, I'll pay for this place."

That said, the guild clerk man left.

I'm left alone to drink extravagantly. I didn't really understand the taste of liquor for a long time.

Damn, I wonder what it is.

What's the point of flirting with such dream stories?

Well, maybe the young folks should follow their dreams.

Whatever the consequences, I think it makes sense to follow them.

But it's none of my business.

I'll live in this city.

It's always the same, staying an adventurer. While following the hindsight that "my hero" left me.

I'm sure that's the only way for me to live.