Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 2 \nWhen I wake up, I see the blue sky as it falls through. I fall asleep on my back. If you wake up and look around you, the depressed forest is spreading. He seemed to have fallen asleep in a place like the square that opened up in it.\n

From what I’ve seen, the forest is no different from Japan’s.

But I know that this is not Japan, not even on Earth in the first place, or even that world anymore.

This is a different world.

In the first place it starts when I go around Teppen already in overtime after overtime and then try to leave the office to go home, I find a wildcat who walks flirtatiously.

As the wildcat walked no less flirtatious to the station, I watched the cat go flirtatious towards the middle of the road.

From beyond that is the truck. There’s no way to slow it down at all, and the cat won’t notice. Was I tired or what, the moment I saw it, I was running towards the cat.

Every time I get close to the cat, the truck gets closer to the cat, too. This is pure competition. Which one of us can reach the cat first, me or the truck?

Naturally it’s an overwhelming victory for the truck in terms of speed, but I’m pretty much closer in terms of distance.

However, if you get close to it to some extent but it doesn’t reach you, one of the tracks wins (leave it at once to see what it means to win).

The dong shrunk between me and the cat, and my hand grabbed the cat’s torso and threw it away. Immediately afterwards, Don, my body danced through the universe with all the sounds, and in a fading consciousness, I thought about the absurdity of the fire.

I don’t know how long it took. Is it right away, or is it a pretty long time? I was fuzzy (…) but (…) yes (…).

I woke up, not because that’s the white space and I couldn’t see my body or anything.

I’m sure consciousness recognizes something, but I’m pretty suspicious that this can be fulfilled and called “awake”. I can say that my consciousness is clear, and I can say that it is obscure, such a vague state.

There was a “voice” that spoke there. It’s a pretty young woman’s voice.

“Hey, are you awake?

“If that’s what you can call this state, so be it. I’m awake.”

I answered only the facts in the end. Neither does this interaction with “voice” explicitly mean that the sound waves reach your ears and say, “I’m hearing you,” or vice versa, that I’m sending air out of your lungs, shaking your vocal cords and emitting sound waves.

If you want to express this feeling, it could be telepathy.

It was a “conversation” in a very far-fetched image where someone could feel themselves trying to communicate such a will, and vice versa, I was trying to communicate a will towards someone.

“You don’t seem to have any defects in your soul for now. By nature, the preservation of the soul is a little beyond what I’m allowed to do.”\n

“Hmm. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.

“Well, simply put, you’re dead” in that world. Normally, a human soul that has died in any world, not just that world, is one (…) degree (…) minute (…) solved (…), to (…) new (…), to (…) li (…) so (…) – (…) s (…) and (…) and (…) accumulated (…).

Yeah, well, in your working style, it’s like freeing up the memory you were securing. So, I locked that memory so that it wouldn’t be freed, but this is not something I should be able to do with my authority. “

“I see, I understand the state itself. So, what are we gonna do now?

I was strangely calm. “You’re dead,” despite the fact that you’ve been declared a very important thing.

“Good, you’re calm. I’m very sorry, but now I’m teasing you a little bit about your perceptions and temporarily diluting your concept of death.

If you don’t, you’ll break your soul – because, by analogy, the memory you realized you should have been freed, would have freed GC (Gabage Collector) Nice to meet you.

Then naturally, the data in it will disappear – the concept of you will disappear, both flesh and soul. “

“Hmm. I can calmly understand that now, too.”

“Yeah. Thanks. So, you saved a wildcat before this happened?

“Oh. That’s for sure. I like cats.”

I’m about 40 years old, and I’m the one with the appearance that they say “look totally yakuza”, “you don’t have to go that far to look like a cat” etc., but I liked cute stuff for the price, and the cat loved it even more.

And the strenuous work of the night after day, the strength that fell in the annual wave of stopping by, the thinking ability that fell below the limit with it, all of this miraculously meshed (albeit in the completely wrong direction), I guess I let myself take the action I said oh, I think now that it has happened.

If you stick it up, you say, “Because I like cats,” and that’s the only reason.

“In conclusion, I’m the one who’s watching the world.” You wouldn’t understand if I said that. Parallel worlds, I wonder if you’ve heard of the concept. “

“Yes. SF, fantasy guys, I’ve been in touch with a lot of those pieces.”

“I see. Is that a little quicker to talk about? It’s my job to cross that parallel world and see if there’s anything that could adversely affect other parallel worlds.”

I could see a little bragging from that voice (but not from it). Well, it’s true that such a role has to be played by so many people.

“Heh, you’re pretty great”

I praised him honestly.\n“That said, it’s pinky, and I’m faster to count from Kiri.”

Apparently, I’ve lost it by praising you.

“But I guess you want me to know that it’s not the kind of role that serves the rest of us. It would be tough if we missed the signs of impact on the parallel world and actually went beyond the stage where we could hit our hands.

Actually, it’s not my area to get my hands on, but, well, I just figured out my role, so let’s get back to the commentary. “

Correct her residence (feels like she did), and she (seemingly signs) goes on to say.

“In the world where you were, I continued to serve as a” watchdog “in the form of a cat. So you’re saying that you helped me where I was dying.

Finally, this is a gap between the world and the world that we can use. “

“The one with the role of watching the world dies as much as he got stuck in a truck?

I asked what I thought was simple. To say that the one with such an important role is no different from a normal organism seems to be a huge vulnerability as a system.

“As for that,” dying “is only my temporary (…) flesh in that world, and my soul will live forever. Temporary flesh takes the appearance of a normal organism in that world, and physical strength equals it.

Otherwise, it could be recorded as a highly physically potent organism.

So, where my temporary flesh died, it doesn’t affect the world as much. Because I originally make flesh so that it doesn’t affect that world, but in your case, even if the flesh dies, that’s a little bit of a problem.

It goes hand in hand with the parallel world we were talking about earlier. You think parallel worlds only have subtle differences, and there are many worlds?

“Oh. At least in my knowledge, or in the works I’ve read and played”

“For example, I thought,” Would you like to have a drink and go home today? “And as a result, the train was delayed just in time to go home, which was terribly late, and I said,” No, let’s go straight home. “And as a result, I’m branching out into a world where I didn’t have to get caught up in train delays.”

“Right.”

“In short, the world hasn’t. Such fine differences do not exist in the world.

If you decide to “drink and go home,” that’s what’s happening as the world’s harmony.

In this case, if you go straight home and get home early without getting caught up in a train delay, it’s going to be a big deal smaller and cause problems for the world.

For example, if you go home early and you hear a couple fights in the neighborhood and report them, as a result of the disturbance in family harmony there will be an unborn person, and then there will be damage to the world, etc.

\nAnd then, well, the world twitches with each other. I just want you to think that there’s a reason why we’re doing this. “

“Uhm, I’m not subtly convinced when you ask me if I’m convinced. But you don’t have a choice either, do you?

“Right. I’ll apologize for that. So I can give you the right to choose the world and some privileges in that world – cheats to put it bluntly.

Don’t worry, there’s basically no balance between the world you’re going to and the rest of the world, so make a request. “

“Right…”

I think about it. This is the second life I’ve ever had because of it, I don’t really want to waste it. I guess it’s not such an amazing ability not to lose balance.

Don’t you have to hesitate if that happens? I thought so and said the request.

“I like to make things, so I hope it’s a world where I can make things and live. So I want my abilities to go with it. I wonder if you also want the ability to live there alone if you speak of greed.

And then I talked chills earlier, but I like cats, so I want to have a cat if that’s possible. That’s about the request. “

“Hmm…”

Now the “woman’s voice” seemed more conceived.

“Given the world we’re going to be able to send, the destination will be the sword and the magic, the so-called fantasy world, okay?

“Never mind.”

“Then I’ll give you the ability to go with it. There’s a lot to be said about making things, but hope?

“You were interested in blacksmiths and stuff.”

“Well, the blacksmith is the top priority, not the caster Kakiya…” I’ll give priority to languages and production systems for the extra resources, and I’ll turn them around to combat and everything else. Because there will also be self-defense.

It’s not mandatory for life, so keep the magic to a minimum, okay?

“Oh, that’s fine”

“And then… what about age? I don’t care how old you are, just tell me how old you like it. I don’t think that’s a lot of choices from teenagers, but even in my 70s, it’s okay.”

“Mm-hmm. I’m not so attracted to being so young…”

That said, I want to go on a second life for quite a while. I wasn’t sure if it was long or short. I thought about it, and I came to the conclusion that…