《I am great in a new world without a computer》 I am great in a new world without a computer Hello everyone. I don¡¯t intend to introduce myself, but a greeting is a simple matter. I can say about myself that I¡¯m a student at a Japanese school, though I¡¯m not Japanese myself, thanks to all the gods and those above them¡­ if such exist. Right now, I¡¯m sitting in front of my computer playing a wonderful game called Poe (Path of Exile). Noobs won¡¯t understand, but veterans will appreciate it. The time is 1:26 PM, and you might ask me, if you¡¯re not indifferent of course, why a Japanese schoolboy is at home at this time? What about school? What about hanging out with friends? Youth? Girls??? Or, even worse, you might think I¡¯m a fucking loser who never leaves his room? The fact is, you bastards, I was suspended for a fight with one narrow-eyed bastard for two whole weeks. I¡¯m like in those dramas about bad, evil bullies who are opposed by the main character. Where I come from, they wouldn¡¯t even let me go home, they¡¯d send me straight back to class. But here¡­ This is perhaps the only plus of Japan ¡ª except for anime and a couple of dishes, everything else is complete crap. Ugh, this self-talk is really tiring me out. I didn¡¯t notice it before, but now, thinking about it, I realize it¡¯s true. Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the ceiling as the fan spun faster and faster. It seemed like a little more and it would fly out the window. ¡ª So what? -I said with a smile on my face. I felt my body getting more and more stiff. It was fucking irritating, but there was nothing I could do. Getting up from the chair, I was about to leave the room when I noticed a photo of my family. And I swear, my father and my mother are one hundred percent related. You can say whatever you want, I don¡¯t give a fuck! If you saw them, you would understand me: The same hair color, even their faces are similar. HORRIBLE! It¡¯s good that I¡¯m not a downie, or¡­ No¡­ One hundred percent no. Only my sister didn¡¯t look like our parents, maybe she¡¯s adopted¡­ If that¡¯s the case and she offers to sleep with me, I¡¯ll agree, because why not? I don¡¯t give a fuck, and if she doesn¡¯t mind either, then everything is fine, right? I think if my parents find out about it, they¡¯ll accept our union. ¡ª Ha-ha-ha! My laughter echoed throughout the room. It¡¯s good that I was alone. Because if my sister were home, she would yell at me for the excessive noise, and anyway, I¡¯m always to blame, as usual, like everyone else. Bullshit. If she continues to act like a bitch, related or not, I¡¯ll fuck her and I don¡¯t care. Try to say anything back ¨C I¡¯m Great and I don¡¯t give a fuck. Opening the door and leaving the room, the warm air immediately hit my face. ¡ª I hate it, bitch! -I swore under my breath. Yes, I understand that you¡¯re frustrated with describing your internal actions. I apologize if my previous responses were unsatisfactory. I will try my best to translate this section accurately, keeping the tone and informal language intact. I will also attempt to convey the character¡¯s internal monologue effectively. And yes, I know you¡¯re not stupid, but how am I supposed to describe my actions in my head, you fucking idiots? Bear with it, there will be a lot more of this in the future¡­ Oh, yeah, I forgot. After strutting around a bit in the hallway, I went downstairs. We had a two-story house, thanks Mom and Dad, or maybe brother and sister. I have no idea where they get the cash, but they were really well-off. Going into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator, I realized that it wasn¡¯t just empty, it was fucking empty. Are we fucking bums? That was the first thing that came to mind. Good thing I¡¯m rich and can buy food for the poor family, or maybe just for myself, since I¡¯m their child, right? I shouldn¡¯t spend money on them, they should spend it on their children. Basically, it sounds logical. Realizing what to do, I went back upstairs, then went into my room. I started rummaging through my clothes. It¡¯s seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit outside, not that hot, but for me, it¡¯s hellishly stuffy. Putting on shorts and a trendy Mr. Beast logo t-shirt, I slowly started going downstairs, simultaneously patting my pockets. Once downstairs, I realized a terrible truth: I¡¯d left my phone in my room¡­ ¡ª Fuck¡­¡± It would only take ten seconds to go up and back, but I was unbearably lazy to make myself do it. Don¡¯t I need my phone anyway? Three seconds there and back¡ªand I¡¯m home again. Or¡­ FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK¡­ No, I¡¯m not going upstairs, I don¡¯t give a fuck, get lost. While I was suffering and couldn¡¯t decide, I heard the front door slowly opening. Then I saw the following picture: A high school girl and her friend, both in school uniforms, one of them a dark-skinned girl, a total gyaru. You understood me correctly, bitches, my sister came back with a chick straight out of a hentai manga/hentai. Seeing me, they both fell silent, and so did I. Silence hung over the entrance to the house, although a second earlier they were laughing loudly and eagerly discussing something. They were silent, and I was silent. And I don¡¯t give a fuck, I¡¯ll play silent, because I¡¯m not in a hurry, and I have a fuckton of time, because I still have two whole weeks to sit at home and do NOTHING. But my sister broke the silence first. ¡ª Hi, let me guess, you got beaten up again? What am I supposed to answer? Is she stupid or is she saying this on purpose? She already knows everything, but she¡¯s still asking¡­ Is she mocking me? ¡ª Yeah, as you can see, your brother¡¯s a fucking badass and simply great, and who¡¯s that beauty next to you? Oh, and yes, of course, you¡¯re hot too, if you¡¯re interested. - I made a playful face. ¡ª What? ¡ª Don¡¯t pay attention to him, he¡¯s always talking nonsense. -my sister said calmly. ¡ª But he just¡­ ¡ª I told you, don¡¯t pay attention. My sister has always been like that: I¡¯m the ¡°clown,¡± and she¡¯s the role model and the favorite of both my brother and sister (our parents). Am I angry at my brother and sister for loving my sister more than me? Do I hate my sister for being better than me at everything? Ha¡­ Ha¡­ Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! If you really thought that, you¡¯re idiots, or you just can¡¯t read. Completely forgot what was on the previous page??? Are you ten years old? Underage morons¡­Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. ¡ª So, are you going somewhere? If so, where? -my beloved little sister sweetly asked me. ¡ª I¡¯m going on a long journey for food, but I¡¯ll be back soon, so don¡¯t miss me too much, and especially don¡¯t cry over your older, great brother. -Here I struck a dramatic pose for the full hype in my head, after which I started stroking my sister¡¯s hair. My sister didn¡¯t react at all. She was simply used to it, having lived with me for so many years, and so she had no choice but to reply in her typically calm voice. ¡ª Okay, Fujika, let¡¯s go. -Grabbing her by the sleeve, she pulled her friend along. ¡ª Hey, wait¡­ Stop¡­ Don¡¯t pull so hard, I might fall. ¡ª I said, let¡¯s go! My sister and her friend hurried upstairs, away from me, and I was left standing contentedly by the entrance, smiling. But a moment later, I left, as originally planned. ¡ª Fucking weather, fucking Anubis, god of the SUN! It was unbearably hot outside; I felt like I was going to die, and only four minutes had passed! I walked, trying to ignore others, but it simply didn¡¯t work. One ugly guy walked by with a girl, three other bastards were walking together, fucking kids blocked my way. WHAT THE FUCK?! Hatred was all I felt at that moment. Of course, all my insults are happening in my head, but what? Do you think I¡¯m a degenerate/insane to yell at children and insult everyone? Although yes, I¡¯m capable of that, but it doesn¡¯t matter. Let¡¯s close the topic¡­ Don¡¯t bring it up again¡­ After a whole twenty-three minutes and fifty-four seconds, I found myself in a store where it was super cool. Walking inside, I couldn¡¯t help but yell at the top of my lungs: ¡ª EASY FOR ME! The cashier and the other shoppers looked at me strangely, some even fearfully. Not surprising, since I was speaking a completely different language and shouting. Fuck it, that¡¯s what I thought at the moment. Calming down and recovering after Anubis¡¯s curse, I started picking out food and lots of goodies. And of course, I got instant ramen for my sister. I don¡¯t even know why I specified what kind of ramen it was, it¡¯s obvious what kind it is. The most ordinary¡­ God, aren¡¯t you guys used to me yet after three whole pages? I thought I was a pretty understandable character¡­ Am I a CHARACTER? Isn¡¯t this some kind of nonsense, my author is a really stupid moron if he decided to put this on public display. Oh well, it doesn¡¯t matter. After getting everything I wanted, I started approaching the cashier. Behind the counter stood a fat bastard, a dwarf, a nerdy loser. Looking closely at his name tag, I could read the following: ¡ªHyan¡­ Seok¡­ ¡ª Cool name, dude.¡± ¡ªT-thank you.¡± The dialogue didn¡¯t last long, and as I understood, he couldn¡¯t speak well. Maybe he was sick with something, IDK. Surprisingly, he worked very quickly. I didn¡¯t even have time to blink before he finished scanning everything I had collected. ¡ª That will be four hundred and ninety-five yen, sir. ¡ª No problem, dude. -With these words, I gave him the money. Turning toward the exit, I encountered three guys who looked angry. I walked past them, went outside, and started walking home. If one of those bitches had tried to shove me with their shoulder, fists would have been flying. I wouldn¡¯t have tolerated that! Ugh¡­ Walking home, I swung the bag back and forth, up and down. My eyes got tired, and without noticing, I completely closed them. Opening my eyes again, I saw the following scene: Carriages, half-humans, noise everywhere, giant castle walls, knights in armor. Holy shit, that¡¯s when I understood¡­ ¡ª I¡¯VE BEEN TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD, BITCHES!! -I yelled across the square, raising my arms as high as possible. People, half-humans, and other things stared at me, and some carriages even stopped. I didn¡¯t give a fuck. I¡¯m in another world, you whores, I¡¯m fucking great and the strongest! I wasn¡¯t sent here for nothing, right? Or am I dead, motherfucker? I didn¡¯t see a truck, so I can rule out that option. Let¡¯s assume I was summoned here for a great mission, namely ¨C saving the world, saving the princess, saving something or someone else. Or maybe I¡¯m the main villain destined to destroy this rotten world! Or I¡¯ll destroy this world, and in the end, I¡¯ll be the hero! The thought alone is mind-blowing and incredibly awesome. ¡ª Where should I go? That was a really good question, because I didn¡¯t know anything about this place. I¡¯m fucking amazed I¡¯m not panicking! I reacted to this completely calmly thanks to the author and the fact that he simply doesn¡¯t know how to write characters. Maybe that¡¯s why I react this way? Or maybe it¡¯s a super twist in the late-game content. I don¡¯t know, stop asking questions, bitches. I had no choice but to go down a lonely alley where there was no one. The best place to think and make a plan. Going there, I just kept walking. I walked around and didn¡¯t know what to do, but I already had some ideas: Become a knight? Approach the king/queen? Say something like, ¡°I¡¯M FROM ANOTHER WORLD, give me money and bitch status!¡± And yes, if you¡¯re interested, I wasn¡¯t planning on going home. This is such an opportunity, just think about it: Scientists will be amazed, and nerds will piss themselves with envy! Maybe I¡¯ll even have my own harem here. Ha-ha-ha, who knows, who knows? I¡¯m great after all and in general¡­ ¡ª Hey, kid, you¡¯re wearing some strange clothes. Turning around, I saw this: three thugs stood before me, their whole appearance screaming for trouble, and a short-haired girl with them. Would I fuck her? Ha-ha-ha-ha! Of course, a very stupid question. I¡¯m in another world, and I¡¯m great! I can do whatever the fuck I want. ¡ª What do you want, NPC? ¡ª You¡¯re not from around here, right? Lost? It happens to the best of us. You¡¯re out of luck today; hand over your money nicely, and we¡¯ll leave. If not, who knows what might happen to you? ¡ª Ha-ha-ha, look at him! He¡¯s going to die of fear! While he was speaking, the others chimed in. Their faces contorted into nasty smiles. They anticipated easy prey, easy money. There were more of them, and they were on their territory¡ªmeaning anything goes. Good thing I¡¯m better than them in every way. ¡ª Hold on a second, idiot, we¡¯re not in Re:Zero, and I¡¯m not a crybaby. Grinning, I pointed at myself, and looking over my ¡°conversation partners,¡± I continued. ¡ªIf you want to fight, asshole, please, but keep in mind, I¡¯ll take you four down if necessary. And I¡¯ll fuck your girl too, right in front of your eyes, you bastards. ¨C pointing at the girl, I said. It¡¯s hard to say whether they understood a single word I said besides the fact that I was ignoring their ¡°request.¡± Stupid idiots¡­ They don¡¯t look strong; a couple of scars on their faces, some are taller than me, and they probably don¡¯t have any weapons. They just decided to overwhelm me with numbers, dickheads. But that¡¯s okay, I have a plan; I¡¯ll still win. ¡ª You seem not to understand, kid, what¡¯s happening right now. Ask yourself: Do you want to die here?¡± ¡ª What are these stupid questions, Jero? The kid is clearly out of his mind. Look at him, he¡¯s bluffing, saying he can beat the four of us ¡®if necessary¡¯ all alone. Ha-ha! That¡¯s a good joke.¡± With these words, he started slowly approaching me; his face expressed fearlessness and complete calm. He clearly wasn¡¯t taking my words seriously. Approaching almost close enough to touch, he continued: ¡ª He doesn¡¯t even have a weapon, what are you going to do with us, huh? Idiot? Maybe you¡¯re really supposed to die today¡­?¡± He didn¡¯t manage to finish¡­ I hit the fucker right in the face with all my might. I¡¯m better than him, right? Surprised, he sat down on his ass, clutching his nose. I saw a stream of blood gushing from his nose. That¡¯s right, you fucker, you¡¯ll learn not to underestimate me, the greatest! The Appearance of the Strongest After my blow, I looked at those behind him. They clearly didn¡¯t expect that from a schoolboy; they weren¡¯t ready for me to fight back. And what about me? I¡¯m great, and I¡¯m not going to tolerate this. I¡¯ll punish these thugs. But my gloating didn¡¯t last long. I didn¡¯t understand how, but the other thug, the one who initially spoke to me first, was in front of me. Or rather, not him, but his fist, which successfully landed right on my cheek. I can¡¯t call the blow strong; on the contrary, I didn¡¯t even budge. Looking at him and seeing his frightened gaze, I struck him with the bag containing the soda cans. And then the brawl began, if you can call it that. After the blow, I dropped my grocery bag, and then everyone except the girl attacked me. I tried to exchange blows, but there were simply more of them. I endured and hit back, but as I took more and more blows, I felt worse, until finally, I was hit hard on the head with something heavy. Not heavy enough to kill, but it definitely wasn¡¯t a light object. ¡ª Wha¡­ Assh¡­ Fu¡­ I heard nothing; my ears were ringing, and my eyes were filled with darkness. I felt someone hitting me in the face, but I couldn¡¯t regain consciousness yet. Instinctively, I lunged into the darkness, away from them. I needed a breather; I had to regroup, and then I would win. I also heard muffled shouts behind me, but nevertheless, I continued to run, not knowing where. ¡°Call for help? No, I¡¯m great, and I¡¯ll handle these bastards myself. I¡¯ll win, I¡¯ll beat them up,if I have to. I didn¡¯t run for long. My sight and hearing returned after a while. I could already clearly hear them running after me, and it worked to my advantage. I also ran into another alley, not much different from the one I¡¯d already been in, but it didn¡¯t matter; the main thing was that the one who was so eager to catch me was still running after me. Turning around, I hit him in the face with all my might¡ªhe fell with a deafening thud. Then his buddies appeared. ¡ª What, you bastards, you decided to kill me? Ha-ha-ha, come at me one by one, you assholes! Their words and the sight of their incapacitated friend on the ground enraged the gang even further, and they attacked me with renewed force. Everyone except the girl, who had also remained motionless until now. Seeing them all now, I felt a hundred times more comfortable, assuming a boxer¡¯s stance. I landed a jab on the nearest one¡ªdon¡¯t get me wrong, I¡¯m far from a boxer, not even close, I just copied what I¡¯d seen on YouTube, and it paid off. Blow after blow, they tried to grapple me, but nothing worked! It was a clumsy attempt. Then I started gouging their eyes, trying to throw them over my shoulder, hitting them in the neck, in the groin¡ªanything to win. Because the result is what matters! And after three minutes, I stood over them all: exhausted, beaten, with a swollen and bloody face. Blood was flowing from my nose, but I didn¡¯t care; I won! I¡¯m the greatest! But there was still the girl. Remembering her, I was about to turn towards her when I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my shoulder. ¡ª AAAA! I screamed¡ªit was unbearable pain. The girl, who had been standing AFK the whole time, had just stabbed me in the shoulder with a knife. Overcoming myself and enduring the pain, I kicked her, pushing her away. Then I grabbed the knife: my body ached, but my head was still trying to think clearly. Even after what happened, understanding that if I pulled out the knife now, heavy bleeding might start, I still did it. It¡¯s stupid, but I don¡¯t care. Holding the knife, I bared my teeth at the girl. Frightened, she fell to the ground; she trembled, apparently not understanding what she had done. I tried not to waste time; maybe she still had more tricks up her sleeve¡ªI couldn¡¯t know. Approaching her and grabbing her by her clothes, I pressed the knife to her face, then screamed:If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡ª I¡¯ll kill you! Do you hear me? I¡¯ll kill you and I won¡¯t care that you¡¯re a stupid girl! ¡ª Enough! At that moment, someone called out to me, but I wasn¡¯t in a hurry to turn around. Maybe it¡¯s another enemy I have to fight. Releasing the girl, she collapsed again onto the floor. She had neither the strength nor the spirit to move. Then, turning my head towards the voice, I saw the following. Not far from me stood a girl with black and white hair. She was wearing something like a knight¡¯s ¡°female¡± uniform; it wasn¡¯t armor, but something more aristocratic, yet she had two swords hanging at her waist. I can¡¯t say exactly how old she is, maybe over twenty, if that even matters. ¡ªWhat? Did you come to kill me too?¡± ¡ª ¡­ Her eyes showed how serious she was, but at the same time, there was sympathy in them. I can¡¯t explain it; it¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve encountered this; it¡¯s unusual, and most importantly, disgusting. That horrible disgusting feeling mixed with adrenaline and the remnants of blood on my lips. ¡ª Listen, it¡¯s over, put down the knife, and we can talk. ¡ª Do you think I¡¯m stupid? They tried to kill me, do you hear me? They attacked me in a group and tried to overwhelm me with numbers, and I won! -I yelled. Talk? What is she even talking about? Maybe I¡¯m wounded, but I haven¡¯t gone insane yet to do something like that! ¡ª I understand, but still, drop the weapon, or I¡¯ll have to do it myself. I don¡¯t want to, but you¡¯re leaving me no choice. I saw what you were about to do to that girl. If I hadn¡¯t interfered, I don¡¯t know how far you would have gone. What is this idiot saying? They tried to kill me! I¡¯m the victim here¡­ No, I¡¯m not a victim, I¡¯m a winner! With this thought, I threw the knife, and it fell to the blood-soaked ground. Then I looked back at her. ¡ª Okay, now that we¡¯ve heard each other out, I promise I¡¯ll make sure they go to jail, and I¡¯ll also help¡­ ¡ª SHUT UP! ¡ª !? ¡°I won¡¯t tolerate this.¡± ¡ª I don¡¯t need your help! I¡¯m not going down this quest line; I don¡¯t need a storyline and an ending with you! I¡¯ll achieve everything myself without help, because I¡¯m grea-cough¡­ ¨C I coughed up blood. ¡ª You need help, otherwise you¡¯ll die. It¡¯s my duty as a knigh¡­ ¡ª SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I don¡¯t care! Just get away from me! I turned away from her. I don¡¯t want to see her. I said I¡¯d do everything myself; I can handle it. I already said that, what else is needed? I¡¯ll go through this ¡°game¡± myself, without help, to my own ending, with my own choices; it¡¯s my path. Just all of you, get away from me! ¡ª At least tell me your name before you go. Name? In this world, is it something like a prologue? Now I need to come up with a nickname? What should I answer? Should I tell her my real name? Or make one up? No, I¡¯ve never set nicknames. I always used Cyrillic so the nickname wouldn¡¯t show up in the game; it¡¯s there, but it¡¯s not. I¡¯ve always played by my own rules, and this will be no exception. ¡ª Does it matter? -With these words, I slowly started walking away from her, holding my shoulder. ¡ª Savannah Becker¡ªthat¡¯s my name. If you need help, just call me, and I¡¯ll come. What does ¡°just call me¡± mean? Does she have a listening device or something? Although I don¡¯t care. I didn¡¯t even turn towards her. I moved on, not knowing where, just forward. My wife! Ten minutes later, my wounds started to ache, especially my face and shoulder. People stared, but no one tried to help. I walked silently, occasionally raising my eyes to glance at passersby. But, as it usually happens, everyone turned away, unwilling to get involved in other people¡¯s problems. Meanwhile, my blood kept dripping onto the ground. I don¡¯t know exactly how much blood I lost; it didn¡¯t particularly worry me, though it should have. My biggest concern right now was infection. If an infection got into the wound, I¡¯d either lose my arm or die. Neither option suited me at all. How would I fight monsters and bosses with one arm? Am I some kind of black swordsman? The story is called ¡°The Great I in a New World Without a Computer,¡± not ¡°The Great One-Armed I in Another World.¡± I was about to glance at the sky with my remaining good eye, but another detail caught my attention¡ªa symbol on a signboard. It was very similar to a medical symbol, like in my world, only different: a square instead of a plus sign, and white instead of red. Maybe I¡¯m wrong, but I decided to take a chance anyway. What do I have to lose? Die? If I die, as a ghost I¡¯ll haunt those bastards for the rest of their lives. They¡¯ll be scared and jump at every little sound. If I¡¯m lucky, after some time, they¡¯ll commit suicide, and even after their death, I won¡¯t leave them alone. Ha-ha. Approaching the entrance, I opened the door. Stepping inside, I smelled herbs, and on the shelves stood potions or something of that sort¡ªmedical stuff, in general. Stopping in place, I listened: Complete silence, nothing at all except the sounds of the street. As if the owner or someone else simply wasn¡¯t there. ¡ª Hey, shopkeeper, I¡¯ll steal everything if you don¡¯t show up right now! No reaction followed. As I said, nobody was here¡ªjust an empty shop, take whatever you want. So why shouldn¡¯t I take what I need? I¡¯ll leave the money, of course; I¡¯m not some kind of jerk. I¡¯ll leave him exactly fifty yen, and what he does with them afterwards is none of my concern. He¡¯ll figure it out¡ªnot my problem. Reaching for the first ¡°medicine,¡± I picked it up and began to examine it. ¡ª I don¡¯t understand anything. The language partially resembled Japanese, but it wasn¡¯t. Or rather, it was similar, mixed with Arabic. And anyway, do you even care? Although yes, you do care¡ªyou¡¯re reading this¡­ To say that I quickly abandoned the idea of understanding what was written there is an understatement. I¡¯m not a polyglot and I¡¯m not going to delve into this crap. ¡ª Please, put this on the¡­Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡ª FUCK! In fright, I threw what little strength I had left towards the voice. I didn¡¯t expect that¡ªit was really scary, but I exceeded my limit. My wounds made themselves known, and I collapsed onto the floor. My legs wouldn¡¯t hold me anymore¡ªI was too weak. ¡ª Are you alright?! ¡ª NO, I¡¯M NOT ALRIGHT! Cough-cough, why are you so scary? I¡¯m already on the verge, and you want to kill me¡­¡± Although I protested, it didn¡¯t last long. Almost immediately, I looked at the voice¡¯s owner. ¡ª Oh my god¡­¡± She was a girl of unreal beauty. I was blown away by her figure and anime-like face. Did I fall in love? Why am I silent¡ªam I an idiot? I should say that I¡¯m severely wounded in battle, like in all other anime, show off, and seduce this girl. Yes, she might be my future wife, who knows? Do I want to start this plot line? OF COURSE! Turquoise eyes and dark blue hair, light clothing, a robe¡ªno, a dress, covered in delicate patterns. Oh, great Lord, I really can¡¯t resist! Every man needs a woman, and I¡¯m no exception. ¡ª You¡¯re badly injured; let me help you up. ¡ª O-of course. Approaching closer, she gently lifted me and dragged me along. It¡¯s amazing that such strength resides in such a frail body. She was five feet three inches tall and weighed no more than one hundred and ten pounds. Where does she get that strength? Oh well, I¡¯ll find out later. She gently helped me sit down on a stool, and I was already anticipating her touching me, my wounds, touching me in general. And yes, I don¡¯t care! I¡¯m a man; any man would like that. Well, unless you¡¯re¡­ not of traditional sexual orientation, then yeah, you probably wouldn¡¯t like it. ¡ª Please, sit here; I¡¯ll be right back. ¡ª O-k-a-y ? -I smiled. I tried to flirt; I¡¯m sure I succeeded. One hundred percent sure she blushed and that¡¯s why she left, unable to look at me. Surely, she¡¯s going to come back and say, ¡°Sorry, I couldn¡¯t find the right medicine,¡± or ¡°Sorry that I¡­ I¡­¡±. Oh, I already feel it, she¡¯s definitely part of my destiny! We¡¯ll have children¡ªa boy and two girls¡­ What am I saying? I¡¯m not a woman to think about such things. And in general, I¡­ ¡ª Can you hear me, sweetie?¡± ¡ª ¡­ What? ¡°Sweetie¡± isn¡¯t her voice¡­ Then whose? Who called me ¡°sweetie¡± with that voice? It certainly tried to force a feminine voice, but¡­ Looking up, I saw it¡­ Or him¡­ This is fucked up¡­ A guy stood before me, maybe twenty years old. He looked handsome, of course, but his voice gave him away as a man, not a woman. ¡ª I brought my brother; he¡¯ll help you. My brother is the best doctor in the area, so you don¡¯t have to worry. ¡ª Wai¡­ ¡ª It¡¯s okay, Asami, I¡¯ll handle it from here. ¡ª Okay, brother! If you need anything, I¡¯m here. ¡ª I¡¯ll handle everything myself. Get some rest; you only work all the time. Girls your age should like guys already, right? ¡ª BROTHER! ¡ª Ha-ha, what? It¡¯s natural, and m¡­ Although let¡¯s talk later, go rest. ¡ª Okay. With these words, she started to leave, only casting a farewell glance at me. I was left alone with him. Holy shit¡­ I was left alone with him?! WHY HIM??? Why not my future wife? ¡ª Well, sweetie, I guess I¡¯ll take care of you. ¡ª fuck¡­ Everyday Life Exactly twenty minutes had passed since my future fianc¨¦e left, and I was left alone with ¡°this.¡± He ¡°gently,¡± as much as he could, treated my wounds, although I groaned in places: the stab wound was making itself known. ¡°Come to think of it, this is the first time I¡¯ve been stabbed. I imagined it differently, but I still looked ultra-cool." ¡ª You¡¯re lucky I was here.¡ª Huh? The ¡°doctor,¡± if he could be called that, tried to talk to me, but honestly, I hadn¡¯t been listening to him since ¡°sweetie.¡± After meeting his sister, I lost all interest in this character. He¡¯s just part of my story and nothing more; in a couple of years, he¡¯ll either die, or maybe he¡¯s just a minor character who will only appear for a few pages, and later everyone will forget about him, or maybe¡­ ¡ª Are you listening to me? ¡ª ¡­? Unfortunately, yes¡­ And there he goes interrupting my thoughts again¡­ What does he want? ¡ª I¡¯ll repeat: I said you¡¯re lucky I was here because your wound is deep. ¡ª Really? It didn¡¯t seem like the knife went in that deep. ¡ª Yeah, because if the knife had hit a nerve, I¡¯d most likely have had to cut off your arm, ha-ha-ha. But thankfully, that won¡¯t be necessary! You¡¯re very lucky, sweetie.¡± Amputate my arm? Funny, without an arm I¡¯d look even more like a black swordsman. Maybe without it, I¡¯d be a trillion times stronger? MAYBE I WOULD BECOME THE STRONGEST? Quite possible! Back in Japan, I read a lot of different manga where ¡°disabled¡± characters were also common¡ªone-armed, one-eyed, some didn¡¯t even have legs. Maybe I should ask him to cut off my arm? Just a little bit¡­ Although, no, that¡¯s nonsense. Apparently, I was hit hard on the head if I thought about that¡­ ¡ª Where are you from? ¡ª ?!?¡± After he removed the unfamiliar medical instruments, he asked such a silly question: Don¡¯t I look like a typical resident of this ¡°Kingdom/Country?¡± I seem to fit in perfectly¡­ ¡ª What makes you think I¡¯m not from here?Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. ¡ª Ha-ha, come on. You look different, your clothes are very different from ours, and you talk completely differently. To be honest, I don¡¯t understand half of what you say. -The ¡°doctor¡± said with a smile. ¡ª How don¡¯t you understand? We¡¯re speaking the same language, and besides, I understand you perfectly. ¡ª Maybe you do, but I don¡¯t. You use words I don¡¯t recognize, and the ones I do manage to understand, you twist them up, say them differently than you should. But don¡¯t get offended, okay? I was partly amused by this. TRULY, did I have to become an immigrant too¡­ I¡¯m great, and I definitely shouldn¡¯t be one. ¡ª Are you kidding me? ¡ªNot at all. Even now, I¡¯m hearing this word for the first time, but logically speaking, you asked me if I was joking, right? If I guessed right, then no, I¡¯m not ¡°kidding you. With these words, he moved away from me, then opened the doors of a cabinet and started looking for something, while I, in the meantime, was trying to accept the fact that I was an outsider¡­ Do I really speak so incomprehensibly? It seems clear, right? Maybe he¡¯s just a moron and a dumbass? That seems more like the truth, and besides, he¡¯s a fu¡­ ¡ª Here. -With these words, he handed me something that looked like pills. I silently took them with my ¡°good¡± hand, then threw them into my mouth. ¡ª Here¡¯s some water, drink it. ¡ª No need, I can do it myself. ¡ª Okay. Our dialogue was not working¡ªand that¡¯s good. I didn¡¯t like him from the start¡ªwhat the hell am I, a sweetie??? Let this bastard finish quickly, and I¡¯ll go on my own way. ¡ª So, are you going to tell me where you¡¯re from? A foreigner? Or at least tell me your name? Mine is Kir¡­ ¡ª No, fuck off. ¡ª Okay¡­ His face looked disappointed, but I didn¡¯t care. I also didn¡¯t care about his help. Maybe it was a bit rude of me, I know, but he incredibly annoyed me at the beginning of our ¡°dialogue,¡± so there¡¯s nothing to be surprised about. ¡ª I¡¯m done. You¡¯ll recover in about a week, although with a personality like yours, maybe even less. So, that¡¯ll be ten lumens from you. - (the currency of this world) ¡ª Of course, here you go. -With these words, I held out ten yen coins. He silently took the coins, then looked closely at them. It seemed like he didn¡¯t like something, but he wasn¡¯t in a hurry to say it. ¡ª ¡­ ¡ª ¡­ ¡ª Unfortunately, I can¡¯t accept these. Not only are these not lumens, but I have no idea what kind of money this is. I¡¯ve never seen anything like it before. Taking one of my coins, I said to him: ¡ª One of these coins is worth ten ¡®lumens,¡¯ understand? You¡¯re rich, kid, be happy. ¡ª ¡­ Still, I can¡¯t accept this. ¡ª I see¡­ I¡¯ve never seen a fool who refuses wealth before.¡± We both started staring at each other: It seemed like whoever spoke first would lose. I didn¡¯t consider myself guilty: I really believe that one Japanese coin is worth ten of these ¡°lu, lumins, lomanins¡± or whatever. ¡ª If you don¡¯t have any money, that means you¡¯ll have to work it off, or otherwise, I¡¯ll call the guards, and then you¡¯ll go to prison.¡± ¡ª Okay. Guards? You idiot? You immediately thought of snitching? You bastard¡­ We¡¯re definitely not going to be friends¡­ ¡ª So, what have you decided? - he said, looking annoyed. ¡ª Mmm¡­ Alright, tell me what I have to do, golden-locks.