The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

In the corner of the Death Capital, Gustav regretted coming as his bones broke and his feet ran with severe pain.

(Damn... you think it was too soon for me...)

When I was seventeen, I jumped out of my parents' house, which was a cold meal, dreaming of a thousand bucks, and became an adventurer, five years.

I also made a number of training courses and gained strength. Now is the time to challenge the capital of death to get out of this poor life without eating or eating.

So determined Gustav traveled.

Capital of Death.

It is a place of chaos, where admiration and fear, fear and despair mix with hope and desire for adventurers like Gustav.

There are countless treasures here, and more than 10,000 undead.

According to legend, the capital of death is the capital of the ancient kingdom, the first country for man.

The ancient kingdom, which had placed the entire continent under its control and freely manipulated the elves' heritage of sorcery, said it was more prosperous than any other country it now had.

People enjoyed abundant fruit and lived happily ever after, it is said.

But at one point, when the last king of the ancient kingdom, who feared death, laid his hands on the secret art of forbidding, the ancient kingdom was finished.

The king, who turned evil into an evil rich to transcend death, killed all the inhabitants of this city and turned them into undead.

And all that died throughout the capital was bound to hang a curse that turned them into undead, and they came to reign forever as kings of the capital, where there was only undead.

The last king of the ancient kingdom, transformed into its wicked rich, and the dead and faithful ministers who obey its king.

of the priests, who had served the God of Light, who had crusaded the last king, to the end of their attempt to purify the living with the curse of evil death,

The Knights of a country said to have entered and wiped out for the treasures of the ancient kingdom and become a herd of Durahans.

And the countless adventurers who have failed to trim the treasure or the demonic wreckage who have lost their way and are no longer able to leave again.

Gustav entered the capital of death, which still grows as he swallows such a new dead... and now ends up waiting for death.

(At least I have the money to buy healing pills.)

I sigh almost crying about my poverty and, therefore, my destiny is about to run out.

Once we had prepared effective weapons to fight holy water and undead excluding the dead, and not willing to go deep into it, near the entrance...... there was no great undead, where an armed adventurer there was said to be able to return alive enough, and we were going to explore.

The problem was that the city was already doomed hundreds of years ago, but was aging everywhere.

The moment he stepped into the house to explore carefully, the floor collapsed and Gustav fell downstairs and screwed up his leg.

With painful feet that are probably broken, it's not possible to climb a hollow in the ceiling, and it's even hard to walk instead of running.

Approximately half a day from here, the city brings together adventurers for a death capital like yourself. I don't care what you think. Die before you get there.

(Oh, I'm done too...)

Mind you, close your eyes.

If you can't move, there are at least enough things you can do to rest to recover your health.

... Even if it was death from hunger and dryness waiting ahead, you should make an effort to survive at all believing that other adventurers who will find you will show up.

And how much time would have passed in the kingdom?

"Hey, the adventurous one there"

Gustav shook his body frightened by the sudden voice he heard.

(Yay... Yay...)

What I heard was a strangely clear, wind-through, lifeless voice.

It is a voice similar to the resentful voice of the dead, heard from nowhere in this capital of death, even during the day, like the howl of the beast.

I really don't want to see it, but you can't not not.

Gustav slowly opens his eyes.

And in the sight of Gustav was the undead.

The basement room, which was even dark, was completely dark with the sun down.

A white man glanced at Gustav, who looked strangely neat in the dark room where he shouldn't even see a little further.

"Hino...!

Gustav screams when he realizes the part of his eye that looks like a dark hole with no eyeballs and a bright red light behind it.

Reis.

Even a skilled adventurer cursed to death easily, a dangerous undead with no hands or feet in Gustav was in front of Gustav.

"Well don't panic. I'm not going to kill anything. So far."

The man speaks to Gustav in a tone that makes him feel strangely spared.

"I'm going to help you first...... a little bit better. Can you walk?"

Gustav nods desperately and covetously if he doesn't know what will happen if he defies Reyce's inquiry.

It doesn't look like it's going to hit me right now, but they're undead who doesn't know what they're thinking. Sudden attacks at the next moment are also likely enough.

"All right, come on."

"Wow, okay..."

Gustav held his gear and cantera and dragged his painful legs after Lace, who fluttered with that said.

Fortunately, the destination wasn't that far away.

"First of all, this is my body. The cause of death is roughly the same as yours. Maybe, but I think it's because I drank holy water and was in the junction that I was able to talk to you properly."

The more I look at it with that said, the more my legs seem to have bent in a weird direction, the more adventurous equipped, browned white bones are rolling.

Underneath that body lays something like an undead junction, and even a bottle that would have put holy water in it if it could not withstand drying.

"But in the end, no help came, and he died. I wonder how many years ago it was. I'm not sure how long I've been in this dark basement."

I gently point to the back as I say like nothing.

"Well, after I died, from one point to another, every seven days, that door started showing up."

Turning his gaze to its fingertips, Gustav finds a black door unlike this dusty, moldy underground.

"Neko from another world of cuisine?... No way, grocery store, is it?

From the letters written there, Gustav finds it hard to believe.

"Oh, there have been more signs over there lately... I mean, there are people in there"

Reyce also nods at that Gustav reasoning.

"Oh, I lost my life and my hatred. Then I can't open the door. I can't help but notice. Just take a look."

"... ok"

Anyway, if you don't do anything, you're dead.

It's what I call an adventurer who gives a little bad lift to survive.

Gustav opens the door ready.

Gustav unnaturally stepped into the bright room, thinking that you hadn't even checked to see if there was a trap when it came to the sound of the alarm that sounded like chillin chillin.

The guest arrived when he dropped off his last guest and the loose air flowed.

What has stepped in is a dirty outfit everywhere, young man.

When the man came into the store, he collapsed on the spot and groaned if his leg hurt.

"Aah!?

"Hey, what is it!?

"Hey, calm down"

Obvious anomalies.

But the shopkeeper approaches the man with something he's used to.

The doors that open up to different worlds sometimes come with these, some kind of disaster.

At first I thought it was a coincidence, but apparently, it was only recently that I realized it wasn't.

In any case, the only Japanese sign that the other person has ever been able to read is the Japanese sign, so it seems obviously suspicious that from the other side, guests who do not know the existence of a different world cafeteria sometimes do not choose a place to appear.

And knocking at doors like that is often a case of curiosity or judging it better than not knocking at doors even if there was a trap at the end of the door.

The owner crouches in and checks the condition.

"This is so broken...... Aletta. Get the wound medicine from the medicine box in the back."

Approaching, seeing the man's right leg swollen up and his pants pampered, the shopkeeper asks Aletta to bring the medicine.

"Yes!"

"Huh? No, you can't do something with broken bones and wound pills!?

Soon he nods and sneers off Aletta leaves, and Hayaki listens back confused by his uncle's words.

I hear it's wound medicine, and there's something coming with the pin.

It's in this store's first aid kit, it's probably about the mysterious wound pills that count as one of the seven wonders of cats.

The container is in a commercial perfume container, but the store owner later said that the unknown drug was struck by burns, sprains, cuts...

I've talked to my part-time buddies about where the hell they buy it, an amazing wound pill that will cause pain in no time if I spray one on any wound.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Our wound pills work so much in that world... they're so expensive."

Whether or not you know the topic of those early highs, the shopkeeper speaks lightly of who they are.

Wound pills that were bought up from merchants in and out with ingredients from different worlds each time the previous generation ran out.

In that world, it would only be a price in gold coins. The shopkeeper also knew that it was a hell of a substitute for both lower body paralysis and healing, rather than fracture.

"Master! Your medicine, I brought it!

While we're talking about that, Aletta receives the medicine she brings, and the store owner speaks to the man.

"Oops. Thanks...... Guest, I think it'll be a little chilling, but please be patient."

Crouch in, roll up your pants, and punch your blackened, discolored feet with the medicine you removed the cap from.

"Guh, guh!?

The man screamed when suddenly the medicine hung on his leg creaked...

"The pain... gone!?

Ba and face up.

"Good. Sounds fine for now."

The shopkeeper says with a grin to such a man.

"Guest, we'll be at the restaurant for once...... if you don't mind, why don't we have something to eat? Hate and what you can prepare will be limited."

The moment I heard that word.

The man, distracted by the pain in his leg and not eating anything all the time, replied with a belly sound instead of a voice.

(How the hell did this happen...)

Gustav was blurry contemplating as he sat in a fuzzy, comfortable chair.

Not hot or cold, in a strangely bright room that's supposed to be midnight.

Ice melts in water with expensive ice to make a sound with Karan.

I don't have any foot pain anymore, I hear faint preparations from the back, and my stomach roars.

Until just now, I must have been waiting for death and scared to death.

I think about that and drink the water poured into a clear glass cup.

(Oh, yummy. This......)

Slightly, water cut out like well water in winter, which brings together the scent of Gustav's strange fruit, stains the dry body and cools the body.

If I drank it up for a breath and exhaled instead, the feeling of living boiled down to it now.

"Thank you for waiting. I brought you food."

That's how I feel relaxed, a demonic girl with golden hair carries a plate of pure white to call out.

Served on a plate is a white one sandwiched with something like a black and brown middle.

"Uh, what the hell is this guy?

The girl answers Gustav's question with a grin.

"Yes, this is a cutlet sandwich! It's very tasty...... now take your time. Oh, and I'll bring you a replacement for water."

That said, the girl goes back to the kitchen.

"Or cutlet sandwich......? Well, I'm hungry, and I'll eat it."

After dropping it off, Gustav decided to put his hands on the dish in front of him.

Wet with water, wiping his dirty hands with a tightly squeezed cloth, Gustav sees the dish in front of him.

(What the hell kind of food...)

From the fact that it was short until it came out, it was probably made and set aside, and then aromatic aromas emerge.

Did you hit it with fire, or brown with a light scorch. That probably pinches something like a cut meat dish.

(Well, it won't be poisonous...)

If you're going to kill me, you can't purposefully imitate me by imposing expensive potions.

I think so, Gustav takes it in his hand to eat the dish in front of him.

"... is this white bread?

In his hands, Gustav realized it was bread, which was also expensive white bread.

The surface is stained with wheat, but the areas visible from its gaps are white as a fine cloth.

Even though it is the surface that is burnt and hardened by the feeling in my hand, it is unexpectedly soft inside and pushes my fingers back gently.

And sandwiched in bread is gray meat, with black clothes. The meat rubbed with white, clear fat areas looked very tasty to Gustav, who has only spoken about portable food since yesterday.

(This sounds more like an expectation than I thought...)

I don't know why this is happening. I was wondering what kind of mesh they serve at the restaurant. I thought this would be delicious and carried it to my mouth.

Open your mouth wide, put the square bread in your mouth, and bump it.

"Oh!"

At that moment Gustav was delighted that the taste was above expectations.

The surface is baked crunchy, but the inside tastes slightly sweet and fine wheat from a soft thin bread.

Beyond that lies the black clothes.

Apparently, he put on his clothes like an imperial-style dish and fried it in oil, and smudged it with plenty of flavor. That, when bitten, fills it with gummy flavor.

The intense taste of the garment, which contains sourness and sweetness, and then just a hint of spiciness, diminishes with the taste of gravy and fat that leaks from the meat just beneath it, making it just the right salt plum.

If I took a bite, the rest was quick.

Gustav throws a cutlet sandwich into his mouth and eats it as if the hungry dog is disappointed in the bait he hasn't had in a long time.

And by the time the supplying girl brought her replacement water, the cutlet sandwich had completely disappeared from the plate.

The store owner's medicine seems to be in trouble, so I just used it so I don't need the money. The cost of cooking is also good for this time.

While thanking him for the word, Gustav knocked at the door... remembering that he was in the capital of death.

"Wow. Apparently, there was something good behind that door."

Unexpectedly looking at Reyce, who invited herself over there, Gustav looked back and realized that the door she had earlier had lost its shadow and shape.

"Honestly, I didn't know if it would help, but if it helped, could you ask me for one?

With a smile on his face, Reyce tells Gustav.

"Hey, what...?

If you say no, this is the time this Reis will fang himself.

With such certainty Gustav asks what he wants.

"Hey, don't be so hard."

That's what Race says. He sees his wreckage.

"The dagger I have and the notebook. I want him delivered to the King's Capital. I've been a treasure hunter as good as my father and brother.

But if I don't tell you about my death, you'll be worried for nothing. Please. "

When I said that, he disappeared.

"... I'll have to, hey"

It's what disappeared, but I still feel like the gaze I see, and while my stomach with the cutlet sandwich just now hurts lightly, Gustav fishes the body, adding the worn out notebook Reis was talking about and the rustled dagger to his luggage.

It'll take a month from here to the Wang Capital, and depending on how the bones look, maybe it was decades ago that he died.

Perhaps neither my father nor my brother and I are alive.

But maybe the offspring survive.

... If we don't at least make an effort, they're going to kill us.

That's right, Gustav decides to leave the capital, thinking he's just lucky to have his first exploration of the capital of death alive.

... The name that came up as a result of polishing the dagger for clues is "Julius-Gold," and getting a little reward for delivering it to the King's Capital is a little further.