<h4>Chapter 2: The day of reincarnation</h4>


    Just where is this exactly?


    My mind is dim, but I certainly have consciousness.


    I should have been hit by a truck.


    I thought I hadpletely died, but apparently the human body is much more durable than I thought.


    Perhaps it’s a miracle provided by one of the ck magic items I ordered from overseas by working.


    If I’m not mistaken, I have a memory of zombie powder and phoenix’s fried chicken.


    By the way, zombie power was sweet tasting. I put it in coffee and drank it.


    The phoenix’s fried chicken had a taste like an eraser. I have a memory of splitting it with my club’s upperssman Yama-san and eating it.


    I have the feeling a long time has passed since I was hit by the truck, while also having the opposite feeling.


    It unexpectedly might have ended in a minor injury.


    I remember until getting struck off the walkway and losing my consciousness, but I don’t have confidence on how bad my injuries were.


    Although, I’m d I’m alive.


    Which reminds me, I have the feeling that girl clung to me while crying.


    That’s a good sign I’ll be able to convince her. The ck magic research society is unending and immortal.


    After thinking about such worthless things, I open my eyes and see an unknown woman.


    She’s clearly not Japanese. Her hair and skin are white as if transparent with red eyes.


    It was a beautiful person with a ephemeral impression.


    Her face is quite close. I attempted to pull my neck back without unconsciously, but I can’t move my neck well.


    The woman’s eyes meet with mine and she smiles sweetly.


    “――――――――”


    This is clearly anguage I have never heard before.


    From beside the woman, a single man peeks into my face.


    This man has white hair and red eyes in the same way as the woman.


    Um, what country’s people are these…… ?


    “A, a, au…… ”


    I mix in hand gestures trying tomunicate my will, but words wouldn’t properlye out.


    No, it’s not just that.


    I looked at my own hands and was shocked. They were small hands, as if those of a baby.


    Furthermore, in the same way as the two in front of me, a low pigmented white.


    I instinctively sensed it.


    Perhaps I have been reborn.


    Perhaps this handsome man and beautiful woman who look to be from another mysterious country are my parents in this life.


    No, something like that is impossible.


    I quickly take a nce at my feet.


    I was lifted up by the woman.


    “Au, Auu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”


    I cried and screamed.


    The woman moved her hands holding me up and down as tofort me.


    No, that’s not it.


    The man and woman looked at me with a happy expression.


    Their eyes werepletely those of a parent looking at their child.