Transported to a hyper-realistic RPG.

Mom...

"Shinya...

My mother's eyes were hanging upside down, and they were getting bloodshot.

In addition, she was losing a lot of blood, and I could tell by looking at her that she was in a daze.

"Mom! I'll help you right away! I'm going to save you!

I was desperate.

I had to get my mother and father out of the car, that was all I could think about.

Gun! Gun!

I tried to pry open the door using rocks and wood that were nearby.

My nails were cracked, blood was oozing, and I couldn't feel my hands due to the cold.

Still, I wanted to save him somehow.

Gun!

What the hell? Open up! Open it!

Gun-Gun-Gun!

"True...ya.........

Already, Mom's face is turning reddish-black with blood.

"Oh no... mom...

Boom!

Boom!

Something must have short-circuited in the electrical system, because suddenly sparks flew from nearby, igniting the fuel that was spread out in the snow. It doesn't look like it will spread, but if it doesn't, my father and mother...

"............... and .......

The voice was so quiet that I could hardly hear it anymore.

"I'll help you now! Never! I promise!

I could only hear the end of the words, and I thought it was asking me to help, so I cried and desperately... knocked on the door that didn't budge.

Thump...

My mother pushed me away weakly, but firmly.

"......... true.........也............... live.........

She wasn't asking me to help her, or even to run away.

She didn't ask me to help her, or even to run away, but to live, because she knew me better than anyone.

If she had said "run away" instead of "live," ...... I would have probably killed myself after that.

My mother pushes me away without effort, and I fall pathetically on my butt on the spot.

"Shinya......, live.......

I will never be able to forget her last words and her smile.

"No! Mom! Dad!

In the midst of the white snow, bright red flames engulfed my parents.

I didn't care if I burned, I got up and tried to run to the car.

"No!

Someone stopped me from behind.

A man I didn't know.

"Let go of me! My father... my mother!

No! No! No! ......

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Ohhhhhh!

I wanted to help. I wanted to help him, but there was nothing I could do.

I wanted to help him, but there was nothing I could do. "Aaahhhh!

I kept screaming until my throat was crushed.

If only I had more power... if only I had more knowledge...

I cursed myself for not being able to do anything but cry and scream in front of the car that was engulfed in flames.

It was the other car that hit us that stopped me.

Apparently, the car carrying us was blown away and fell down the cliff after the collision.

The driver of the car saw this and came down the cliff to help us out.

He had already called the police, and after a while, I saw a red light on the cliff.

As it turned out, it was just a case of bad luck.

Bad luck that a wild animal jumped out at us.

Bad luck to get stuck in a rut.

Bad luck when an oncoming car came along.

Bad luck rolling off a cliff.

The front of your car has been crushed by a tree.

Bad luck to have a hole in the fuel tank.

Bad luck when the electrical system sparked and the leaking fuel caught fire.

There was nothing I could do about any of it. I know that in my head. But it's not something that can be divided easily.

After that, I was talked to and listened to by the police about various things.

They asked me about the cause of the accident and the situation at that time, but I don't think I could speak very well.

The only thing that helped me was...

My father was protecting my mother when they hit a tree and died instantly.

My mother was also dead before she was engulfed in the fire.

It was probably my good fortune that I didn't have to hear my father and mother scream as they were consumed by the fire.

I spent the rest of the day in the hospital and talking to the police again, but there was one thought that kept running through my head.

"I've involved my mother and father in my punishment.

From that day on, that thought kept coming back to haunt me.

I never held a grudge against the oncoming car.

From his point of view, it was just a car that suddenly turned sideways and hit me, and he came right to the bottom of the cliff.

He came right to the bottom of the cliff, and I am so grateful to him now.

Thanks to him, I was able to keep my mother's will.

At the time, however, I was in despair.

I think it was natural for me.

I had lost both my father and mother right in front of me, and I had not been able to talk to her or help her until she was dying.

Without my father and mother, there was no option for me to continue going to school, and the first thing I thought of was ......... suicide.

There is no life in this world that can be lost.

I don't remember who it was, but there was a time when I was told something like that.

I think it was a counselor or something.

The idea itself is subjective, but when you think about the emotions of ...... people, there are definitely lives that can be lost.

I'm sure there are lives that can be lost. But it definitely exists.

For example, if a person who says such a thing had a loved one who was cruelly killed by someone without mercy, that person would never be able to say the same thing again.

That person would never be able to say the same words again, because for that person, the person they killed would be transformed into a life that could be lost.

I think it's the same for me. The person I killed must have had people close to him. To them, I must have been a life worth losing. Knowing that they didn't feel guilty about killing me would make it even stronger.

The only reason I was still alive was because my mother and father needed me.

There are many people who say beautiful things like, "I need you," or "I don't want you to die.

But I believe that the essence of those words is that they just don't like the fact that someone they are involved with is committing suicide, not that they really need that person's life.

If they really needed it, they would probably react like my mother and father, instead of saying such words, they would be furious or cry...whatever, they would react in a way that the person would have to understand.

But there was no one in my world who would react like that anymore.

No matter what anyone says to me, my mind does not move an inch.

My father and mother appeared in my dreams every day.

I could hear the sound of my heart, which was broken to begin with, being broken even more.

But ...............

Whenever I was about to die, I would always hear these words.

"Live .......

My mother's last words.

It was so strong that it felt like a kind of curse to me at that time.

Why should I live in a world that was so desperate?

A broken person who kills people and can't feel guilty about it. My father and mother were involved in the punishment.

My mind and heart were already a mess.

I was barely alive. I think I was in such a state.

In order to keep my mother's words and continue to live, there was something I had to do even in such a state.

That was to earn money.

People, sadly, need money just to breathe.

Even if it is a man who is desperate for the world....

I couldn't die. If I couldn't die, I had to work.

But I hadn't graduated from high school, and I had no parents. On top of that, I had a dark past.

If it was self-defense for a minor, my personal information would be protected... but only on the surface. It's as if there are no restrictions on information that even my classmates can know.

There were not many companies that would give me a hand.

"Well... I guess I didn't get a chance this time...

"Well... as expected... hey?

Many companies turned me down in a roundabout way like that.

It's only natural.

If I were the president, I would not want to hire such a bombastic man.

I have never counted how many companies I have visited.

But where there is a God, there is a God.

There was only one company that reached out to me.

This was the company that took care of me until I left the world.

I'll tell you first, our work is hard. We don't have a lot of people, and the amount of work each person is responsible for is ridiculously large.

To put it bluntly, it's the current fad for black companies.

A black company does not call itself a black company. The president's words seemed to shatter such a common practice.

It may have been because I was in a position where I couldn't make a choice, but that's the kind of person he was to begin with.

I know about your past. Even if you join us, you may face strong criticism. If that's okay with you... would you like to work for us?

I joined the company.

It was a small company, and as I had said, there were not many people, and it was hard work every day.

On top of that, the employees who knew about my past would either avoid me or force me to do their work.

But I couldn't say I didn't like it, and in a way, it saved my life.

I didn't have time to think about my father or mother, and I didn't have time to think about killing myself.

I didn't even have the dreams that had been giving me nightmares anymore.

It's like they say, where you live, you live... Even in this situation, I gradually became accustomed to the company.

There were some people who were as hard on me as ever, but there were also people who were willing to cut me some slack because it was a business relationship, and more importantly, there was no one at the company who had enough time to care about me.

I worked, slept like dirt, and worked again. That's what I did every day.

Still, work is something you get used to, and after a few years, I began to feel a little more relaxed, and the dark feelings inside me slowly began to emerge.

Before I fell asleep, I suddenly remembered my mother's voice.

I remembered my father's voice in the middle of my work.

And then I started to dream again.

"Shinya ...... live .......

Every time I dreamed, my chest would tighten up and I would forget to breathe.

When I was living my life in this way, I met Van Der Geu.

I was afraid of dreaming, I couldn't sleep well, and that's when I found the expected net game.

An ultra-realistic RPG.

That's what it claimed to be.

It didn't have to be Fandelge, but there was something about it that attracted me, so I started it out of curiosity.

I created a character named Shinya, and as I played, I felt as if I was living in a different world.

I died from falling down steps in the city, or from being assaulted by the weakest monster.

The images of the demolition process are vivid and grotesque.

Raising your status is a challenge.

I knew right away that this was the kind of game that would normally be called a shit game.

But it felt good to me.

In the game, I was me, and I wasn't me.

No one knows that I am Shinya Kaido, and the gameplay is possible if you try to play solo.

Basically, not everything goes well, and that's why when it does, the sense of accomplishment is indescribable.

In the world of Fandelge, you can live as you want and see the world as you want.

I was hooked.

I had to work hard after hard, and I came home exhausted every day, but whenever I could go home, I played Fandelge.

There were days when I just kept gathering herbs, and other days when I learned new magic.

Some days I would just keep gathering herbs, other days I would learn new magic, get a new weapon, or defeat a strong monster...

All of these things made me feel happy and sad.

In the world of Fandelge, I met the three people who had been tormenting me.

I don't know if it was because I had stopped coming to school one day, or if they were just trying to get a rise out of me... or if they couldn't stand the fact that I was into something... I don't know why.

I don't know why, but I felt like the world of Van der Zee, which had become so special to me, had been painted black.

After all, I am not allowed to have something like that as a reason to live. That's what I was made to think.

I was not just depressed.

Once again, I was in despair. I was desperate again, for the world, for people, and above all, for myself.

Let's put an end to Van der Zee. That's what I thought.

But I couldn't leave.

I don't know if I wanted to be Shinya instead of Shinya Kaido... or if I wanted to stay in the world that had saved me.

From that point on, I played completely solo and had no contact with anyone.

The three people who had been torturing me seemed to have continued their funderge, but I never saw them again.

Then came the message.

I feel sorry for the president of the only company that picked me up in my original world.

However, the company had grown a bit and was getting more staff, so it should not have been fatal.

A lot of things have happened since I came to this world, and I haven't had time to rest. That's why my parents and my dark emotions have been lurking in the background, but now that I'm here, they've come to the surface.

Because I saw the same white snow as that day, because Senna, whom I trust with all my heart, almost died, there are several reasons, but anyway, that's why I dreamed and couldn't sleep.

........................

...... and, well, there you have it.

"...... Master .......

Nir, who had been silently listening to my story, had tears in the corners of her eyes and her eyebrows raised.

"It's not the most interesting story to hear, but I wanted to tell it. I'm sorry it's so dark.

I'm not good with women's tears, and I was embarrassed, so I said so with a wry smile.

Nilu and Lat couldn't understand me even if I said "car", and I chose my words and cut them short in places, but I think they got the full content.

"Master!

"Shinya!

"Shinya-san!

"Shinya!

Nil hugged me, Lat rubbed his head, and Senna and Rikka, who I thought were asleep, dived at me.

"Wait...

I can't handle it when they're all crowding me!

I'm not sure what to do.

I tried to say that I was in pain, but...

I tried to say that I was in pain, but three beautiful women and a Fluffy were crowding me, so I'll just consider it a perk.

I don't think I'll be able to push them away as they shed tears for me.

After being crushed in one way or another, they pull away and Senna opens her mouth, wiping away her tears.

'We've been through a lot too... but after hearing Shinya's story, it's no big deal. How much trouble are you in?

You don't have to be so unorthodox.

"It's not like I wanted to be one...

Only a dominatrix would want to be a hard worker, right?

"Master. I'm no good without you, Master! Not at all!

I know, I know. Thank you.

I make my hands into fists and pat Nil's head as he says this.

I know that Nil needs me, and I know that he needs me.

I know that Nil needs me, and I have no doubt that he feels that way regardless of the curse of being a slave.

"I love you, Shinya, and I don't want you to die!

"I'm not going to die.

Rato licked my face. I couldn't ask him to refrain from licking my face because it would be covered with drool.

"Shinya I'm really sorry for making it snow... reminding you...

"No, you didn't have to make it snow, there was always snow here.

Rikka is sullen. I've just met her, but I think she understands more than I do because she can feel my emotions.

"......... Rikka speaks, too.

Ricca?

Yes. Why are we here? I'll tell you. I need you to listen.

Okay, okay. I'll listen.

Rikka began to speak slowly, but in broken tones.

After Rut's interpretation, I heard the following.

It seems that Rikka was originally in another mountain on this island.

It was a long time ago, when Rikka was still just a SS rank monster, a snow woman.

The terrain of the island was different from now, and the town of the demon tribe was not that big.

Rikka was in a world of ice and snow.

It was a place of mountains covered with perpetual snow, higher than the Harihyo Peak where she was now.

There were few living creatures, and even the demon tribe did not enter the place.

It seemed that he was living alone in such a place.

She didn't have any complaints or worries about it, she understood that it was normal and that she was that kind of creature.

That was when it happened.

As usual, Ricca was wandering around in the snow looking for prey.

A female demoness appears in front of her.

This is a place where people don't go, and Ricca lives deep in the heart of such a region. It was the first time that Ricca had seen a demon tribe.

"A woman alone in such a place?

Yes. She said her name was Yukina.

That was her name.

She had long, wavy blue hair. She had long, frizzy blue hair and blue eyes, Ricca said.

It was the first time for Rikka to see a demon tribe. And from the monster's point of view, she should have been just prey... but for some reason, he didn't want to kill her and eat her.

Since then, she has been intelligent, and they didn't think of eating someone who looked like her.

Why was this woman in such a place... it was a very strange reason for Rivka.

First of all, she was a village girl living at the foot of the mountain where Ricca lived, and the only daughter of the village chief.

She is what is called a country girl, but even in the countryside there is a sense of pride, and she has been carefully raised as the only daughter of the village chief.

And then she was discovered and married by a respectable demon warrior in town. Up to this point, her life has been smooth sailing. But then...

It's a common story that the man who got married was into drinking, women, and gambling ....... In any case, he was like the scum of the scum, and to top it all off, he had a child elsewhere.

She had come to this mountain to die, dressed in white, or in other words, dressed for death, because she could not forgive him.

Yukina looked at me and called me the God of Death. I didn't know what she was talking about at the time.

I don't know how you feel. To be honest, SS-ranked monsters are similar to each other for people...and that's a little rude.

Later, when I realized what he meant, I thought for sure he meant it.

Yukina's feeling at that time was that she had come to die and had met a great opponent...