Chapter 1: Prologue 1: From Reincarnation to Rescue

Prologue 1: From Reincarnation to Rescue

“Au…a?”

I make out a something through my hazy vision.

…. Did I faint?

If I remember correctly, I was in Lilith town…

“I seems that you’ve finally woken up.”

Suddenly being spoken to, my body jolted and I tensed up.

I retreated at once to the back corner of the bed and hugged my arms around myself, starting to tremble in fear.

In the corner of the room is a man in the prime of his life (TL: approximately 30 – 40 years old), the embodiment of the “Romance gray” look.

On his finger is a ring emitting a dim glow. I’ve seen it before. It’s the [Ring of Resistance].

“Hii, hiiiii–!?”

I remembered! – I became a little girl, then in Lilith town…

I feel a warm wet sensation between my legs. It appears I peed myself.

People… are scary!?

“There’s no helping it since you went through such an experience… I completely understand. If possible, could I have you tell me what happened?”

“Ah, S-, SOR, Rr, ry. I’m…”

“Ah, that’s right. First we should introduce ourselves. I, of all people, seem to have rushed things a bit again.”

With that, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a pipe.

“Do you mind if I smoke? Regrettably, without this I cannot speak smoothly.”

“I don’t mind. Go ahead…”

The man slightly winked and took a puff from the pipe.

“My name is Hast’al. A magician currently developing magic instruments. My specialty is wind attribute magic.

“Ah, my… name… is Yuuri.”

“Yuuri-kun, huh? Nice to meet you. You know, I heard that Lilith town had [Fallen]. I headed over here to take a look and found it in that state.”

My body trembled. Without a doubt, I was the cause.

“From the outskirts of the town, I had the wind to carry sleeping medicine and disabled the townspeople for me. It seemed you’d be attacked there, so I took you under my care.”

“Th…thank… you…”

For the first time since being born, I gave thanks from the bottom of my heart. It seems he saved me from that hell.

Reaching back into my memories, I begin to recount the things that took place. Though, of course, I conceal the things I can’t talk about.

In those days, I was a hopeless excuse for a man. Having given up on everything after having failed at finding employment (though there were several other guys in the same situation as me), I spent my days leisurely playing around.

It was then, at the train station on my way back home from killing time at the arcade that it happened.

At the train station platform, I stood mindlessly watching the inbound train when the ossan next to me started to jump onto the incoming train’s rail tracks.

“O, Oi!!”

Reflexively extending my hand, I attempted to catch the ossan, but instead my arm got tangled.

My bracelet – the spoils of my day at the arcade – got caught on the ossan’s wrist watch.

The two of us, entangled, fell onto the railway tracks together. The train mercilessly proceeded forwards. I could clearly see the frightened face of the train driver.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

My arms and legs were shredded, my head – sent flying, my bones – crushed… The ossan and I were mangled together like ground beef and ground pork in “Aibiki.”

As just a head, I watched as this spectacle unfolded in front of me. Then finally, under a wheel of the train my head was…

When I came to, I was in a pure white room with pure white ceiling.

Everything was too white; even the boundary between the floor and the wall wasn’t clearly distinguishable.

In front of me is a desk with packed with stacks of papers and a worn-out looking middle aged man. It appears to be a different man from the ossan that jumped.

“I have bad news for you.”

With those words, self-proclaimed “God” started to explain the situation. Apparently, because of the ineptitude of a newbie grim reaper, I, who was not supposed to die, got caught up in the ossan’s death and died along with him. So, while it’s impossible in my former world considering the state of my body, it is possible for me to be reincarnated into a different world. Such a cliché option was suggested.

“Is there any world you prefer? Also since it was due to our ineptitude, right now we’ll do as much as possible to accommodate you as possible.”

Perhaps because I had witnessed my own shocking death, I was in a strange high strung state, but after contemplating for a while, I responded

“Then… I want a body that is indestructible under any and all circumstances and an ageless and immortal existence. Also, the greatest talent in magic and… youth, and a self-creating harem of the highest quality beauties.

What I just came up with is an outrageous demand.

For a while, “God” angled his face in thought.

“I’ll do the best I can to grant your demands. I’d like to act accordingly and think over what I can do for you.”

A typical Japanese-like ambiguous response.

“Iya, is it really possible? I said all that partially joking, you know.”

“I’ll say it again and again. It was due to our ineptitude, so I’m prepared to agree to that level of reimbursement. However, don’t expect all of your demands to be granted.”

“I’d say that if just one were granted, that’d be good enough, you know. If you’d agree to that I’d already have hope for the future.”

“Looking forward is most important. I’d like you to live with that outlook on life on the other side. Since I have no jurisdiction over there, I’ll no longer be able to lend a hand.

So even God has jurisdiction. World wisdom – tough, isn’t it.

“Well then, Bon Voyage. Best of luck to you in your new life.”

With that conversation having ended, I descended into this world.