Volume 6 Chapter 73 The Stagnation Of Civilization
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I’m waking up to a warm smell drifting through the air.
Ah… Sab-Sab must be making breakfast again. I could just grab a sweet bun at the corner store, but he’s always so serious about this kind of thing. Hard to believe that wild older sister gave birth to someone like him. Really, the world works in strange ways.
Maybe he’s gotten too into that cheat cooking skill since coming to this other world.
Getting new power tends to make boys want to show off—very normal.
With time, and failure, a boy grows into a man.
But I didn’t even get the chance to become proud. Life really is unfair sometimes.
Still, showing off over cooking isn’t so bad.
As long as the food’s tasty, I’ve got no complaints.
Maybe I’ll try to fall back asleep before Sab-Sab calls me.
It felt like I was having a nice dream. I want to see how it ends.
No, no. I can’t let myself care about dreams anymore.
I’ve got more important things to deal with.
If I say yes to Sab-Sab’s plan, I’ll be the bridge between this world and the other one.
A cheat knowledge user, with strong power, all while staying safe at home.
No danger, no fighting.
In that sense, I’m doing better than any of the heroes dragged to the other world.
The only downside is I can’t enjoy an otherwordly harem.
But real-life pretty girls come with a lot of trouble too, so maybe it’s not that big a loss.
Now that I think about it, when I joked about harems, the boy’s eyes twitched.
That reaction… He’s still a virgin, huh.
He’s young—no reason to be nervous even without a girl around. But that’s just how teenage boys are. Always trying to act cool.
Well, I guess I’ll tease my cute nephew a little bit.
Still in my pajamas, I head toward the kitchen.
”Good morning, Uncle. Breakfast’s ready, so come eat before time runs out,” Sab-Sab said, shooting me a scolding glare as I walked in.
He looks weirdly good in that apron, but his attitude is way too serious for a morning meal.
I get it—he wants to clean up fast—but I prefer to eat nice and slow.
If this is what life would be like if we got married, I might have to think twice.
”Don’t rush your life, young one,” I said, scratching my head with a lazy grin. “Why’re you in such a hurry? Leave your cute girlfriend back in the other world or something?”
Sab-Sab’s face dropped, like I’d just stepped on a landmine.
Maybe I went a little far, teasing a guy who’s not exactly popular.
”Ahaha, just playing,” I said, waving a hand. “No need to worry. Statistically, beauties in other worlds are easy to talk to. I’m sure you’ll bump into someone nice.”
Fall for a delusion, and live happily ever after—that’s how the stories always go.
Reality’s not that kind, but I’m not the kind of adult who crushes a kid’s dreams.
Let him have his fairy tales.
When Sab-Sab’s face turned pale, I felt a bit guilty.
Maybe I poked too hard this time.
No, if he breaks from just this much, he won’t last out there.
He’s still soft. I’ve got to help toughen him up.
Changing gears, I reached for the sandwich on the plate, laid out all neat and careful.
The bread looked like a baguette, thick and stiff, stuffed with some tough-looking meat.
Hmm. The flavor’s rich. Maybe it’s some fancy local chicken.
It’s got a strong taste—pretty good, honestly.
But… the meat and bread are both so firm it’s a pain to chew.
”This tastes alright,” I said, stretching my jaw. “But with bread and meat this hard, I’ll wear out my mouth. I like soft Japanese bread best. Always cut the crusts—that’s just common sense. And for meat, broiler chicken’s better. Softer. You shouldn’t go for something just because of brand image or news hype. Cooking’s fine as a hobby, but right now you’re just playing at being fancy.”
As his elder, I had to say it straight.
”That one’s one of the softest from the other world, actually,” Sab-Sab replied, sounding a bit down.
Wait, this is from the other world? That explains the weird taste.
Was that… monster meat? That’s kind of creepy.
”Sorry, but this… is just too tough for modern people,” I said, pushing the plate a little away.
If this is normal in the other world, I might pass on going there.
Sure, I could eat hamburger steak all day, but not this hard bread nonsense.
”Just in case, I made something using ingredients from here too,” Sab-Sab said, opening a small plastic wrap bundle.
Oh, soft, fluffy Japanese bread. Now this is it.
The fillings are teriyaki chicken, tamagoyaki, and lettuce. The sweet-salty sauce blends just right.
The chicken’s soft, juicy thigh meat—perfect. Once again, I’m reminded: broiler chicken is peak food.
”Now this—this is good,” I said, nodding. “For a high school kid, this is a solid result.”
Oops. Maybe I praised him a little too openly.
It really was good, but if you’ve got skill, people expect this level.
Praise is fine sometimes, but Sab-Sab needs someone to keep him grounded.
In this kind of world, where even mayonnaise can be a weapon, dishes like this matter.
Sab-Sab’s not a fighter. He’s not brave, not bold.
So putting his points into cooking was the smart call.
When I got summoned, I planned to play the wise sage—casting from far away, healing myself, never taking a hit.
That was the idea, anyway.
But honestly, keeping things safe makes crafting a better path.
If I pretend the cheat items I’ll send later from Earth were handmade, it’ll all work out.
Sab-Sab could use that. That’s a solid plan.
Even a cheap solar calculator from a 100-yen shop would be worth a fortune as a “magic tool.”
No rivals, no market competition—the price would shoot through the roof.
Since last night, I’ve been coming up with all sorts of ideas to make fast cash.
Can’t stop smiling about it.
* * *
”Today’s plan is simple,” I said, tapping the folded note in my hand. “The gun shop opens at four, so until then, I’ll walk you through my brilliant plans for taking over this world.”
Dreaming about ruling a fantasy world, I’d built up a collection of gear just by imagining all kinds of possible events.
”First, the seed collection,” I added, kneeling beside a cardboard box. “Although… the sprout rate might’ve dropped a bit.”
”What’s the seed collection?” Sab-Sab asked, tilting her head.
”It’s full of old-style vegetables and seed rice,” I explained, brushing dust off the lid. “If you want to be a top-level cook, you have to start with the best stuff, right? Even with rice, different types work better in different weather, so you need options.”
Sab-Sab probably didn’t know, but rice growing was actually pretty common in otherwordly stories. There were types made for cold lands, some with amazing flavor, and others with huge harvests. I got them all from a buddy who works at an agri-research lab. There’s even a kind of super rice that’s meant to help end hunger in Africa someday. Used right, this box alone could make someone a god in another world.
”Uncle, that’s amazing!” Sab-Sab said, eyes sparkling.
”Praise me more,” I grinned, puffing out my chest. “Oh, but I don’t have any seed potatoes. If you want to grow those, you’ll have to find them yourself.”
The seed box wasn’t that big, so Sab-Sab stored it into his inventory with a soft shloop.
I didn’t really care. The seeds were from years ago, and I didn’t think most of them would grow anyway. But if we planted everything, a few might still work.
Next… maybe my collection of special tools? Or should I go with the camping gear I love so much?
At first, I gave Sab-Sab detailed info about each item. But he rushed me, and I got tired halfway through. By the end, I was just handing things over while mumbling the names. Each one vanished into the box without even a goodbye.
It felt kind of unfair, but… I didn’t want to go against him. For some reason, Sab-Sab gave off this strange pressure.
Well, if I’m not going to another world, I don’t really need this stuff. Honestly, it’s less trouble than trying to sell everything online.
Outdoor gear? I can always buy it again if I want. I usually switch to the new version whenever something cooler comes out anyway.
To be real, I just like shopping. Most of the gadgets end up forgotten after one or two uses, and a bunch of unopened boxes are still sitting in my room. Not like Sab-Sab, who takes good care of every little thing.
In a fantasy world, Sab-Sab’s way of valuing stuff probably fits better. But in this era of throwaway living, people like me—who buy tons—are the real winners.
Even if we talk big about SDGs or whatever, the ones selling stuff are the true gods. I’m just a loyal worshipper.
There’s a lot I could say, but Sab-Sab’s been giving me that glare again. I better stay quiet.
Out of all my boring relatives, Sab-Sab was the only one I thought might be on my level.
Honestly, isn’t my character the one more suited for the lead role? Or maybe, just maybe, I really am the main character of this story—ruling another world from my comfy chair like some detective in pajamas.
Sab-Sab’s job… yeah, he’d be the helper. Like Kogoro Akechi and the little boy sidekick in those old detective books.
He doesn’t even sort stuff—just drops everything into storage and somehow, the place keeps getting cleaner. If he keeps going, this place won’t be called a hoarder’s den anymore.
”Infinite storage… that’s the real cheat skill,” I muttered, rubbing my chin. “If I could pick just one power, I’d choose that, hands down.”
Looking at the spotless room, I meant it. So many rare items I sold off online just because I had no space… it still hurts.
”If you toss out trash and stop buying things, even a normal room stays clean without magic,” Sab-Sab said, straightening up.
”That’s called ‘danshari,’ right?” I said with a nod. “My fiancée’s kind of like that. I always worried she’d toss all my collections.”
Whether I trash my stuff or let Sab-Sab store it, the result’s the same… but if she’d thrown it all away, I’m not sure I’d be okay.
”No, marriage isn’t that simple,” I added, rubbing the back of my neck.
”You’re still a kid, Sab-Sab,” I said gently. “If you dream too much about what marriage should be, you’ll get hurt later.”
I don’t force my ideas on women. I’m not exactly a perfect guy myself.
Real adults know their limits. They learn to settle.
But teens in love—young people with open hearts—they don’t get that yet.
”Sorry,” I said, my voice soft. “Maybe I said too much… Life’s short, so fall in love while you can. Find out for yourself if perfect people really exist.”
”Hey, Uncle,” he continued, glancing over. “If you met someone who blew away every idea you had about love… would that be a good thing?”
What’s with this kid? Is he dreaming? Does he think such dream really exist?
”No such girl exists,” I said with a shrug. “Well, if your bar is so low you’d take any cute girl… that’s kinda worrying.”
Sab-Sab might be the kind to get mixed up with strange women and regret it.
Not a ‘choro-in’—an easy girl—but a ‘choro hero’? Wait… Chorō? No, that just sounds like an old man.
”These days,” Sab-Sab said, folding his arms, “I think there’s no such thing as bad food. If someone doesn’t like a dish, maybe it just doesn’t suit their taste.”
”Is this a riddle?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Some kind of food wisdom? Well, they do say, ‘you won’t know until you eat it.’”
Could it be? Is Sab-Sab actually a genius? It feels like I lost… somehow, somewhere.
But no way. No way the nephew outshines the uncle.
* * *
The hallway stood silent. All the toolboxes that had been stacked near the entrance—gone without a trace.
This house felt huge. Seeing it all cleared out like this… yeah, maybe getting rid of stuff really does feel good.
I’ll just have them bring out only the things I really need later. Or maybe, since everything’s tidy now, this might be the right moment to switch everything over to better gear.
Money’s tight, but Jirou will probably turn Sab-Sab’s treasure pile into cash. There’s even a full stack of gold coins in there. Right now, Sab-Sab’s got serious riches.
Otherworlds really are wild. If we start trading seriously, the money rate here might fall apart. Heh… what a joke.
But wait—what should I do about taxes? There’s no rule yet about trading between worlds, so no one’s said anything about penalties. It’s a gray zone, but maybe I should just keep quiet about it?
Big companies already play tricks on taxes, so it’s not strange for someone like me to pay them properly.
Sorry for making everyone wait a bit. I’ll treat them to grilled eel for lunch. I suddenly felt like eating dojo—must be ’cause Sab-Sab was talking about river fish food. I don’t even like it that much, but sometimes I just want that old, familiar taste.
Heading by car to a small place near the bridge.
The system works like this: buy cooked eel from Kawabata’s prefab hut, then eat it at the fancy place across the street.
”It used to be three on a stick, you know,” I said, tapping my chopsticks lightly on the tray. “Now it’s just two. Price went up too, huh?”
They used to get their fish straight off the river boats and grill ’em right there. Now, it’s probably farmed fish instead.
But honestly, being too stuck on ‘wild is better’ is kinda like believing in luck charms. Farmed loaches that eat pellets are cleaner and have more fat.
”When I hear ‘kabayaki,’ I always think of eel rice bowls,” Sab-Sab said, sniffing the air.
”If you bring them fresh eel, they’ll probably grill it for you,” I told him, resting my chin on my hand.
That reminded me—Sab-Sab and I used to fish for eels in the irrigation canal way back when. Those days were the best. Don’t grow up too fast.
Even while grumbling, Sab-Sab kept asking for more loaches, and even bought extra to take home. The shop lady looked honestly pleased.
Being able to eat grilled eel anytime by tossing it into your inventory—yeah, that’s a dream. If it were me, I’d fill mine with fried chicken from the convenience store.
For the sake of food, I really want that kind of inventory.
”Is there, like, a magic item that works as a storage bag in the game? I’d be really happy if you gave me one as a gift, Uncle,” Sab-Sab said, tilting his head.
”Well, I’ve never seen anything like that before,” I replied, folding my arms.
Sab-Sab… honestly, you don’t know much about this world, huh? What have you even been doing all year?
This guy isn’t good at picking up info. He’s probably been hiding out in some small-town blacksmith’s workshop.
Since this world follows the setting of an RPG on Avalon Island, I actually know it better. I used to play that game a lot back then.
Tonight, I’m going to teach him all the top methods for getting jobs and magic. I’ll make sure he learns them well.
”Finally, it’s three o’clock,” Sab-Sab muttered, puffing out his cheeks. “Waiting this long makes time crawl.”
Saying that, he made another grumpy face. Poor guy… today’s kids really don’t understand the word patience anymore.
I just hope he turns into someone who knows how to wait without fuss.
It gets tiring when he acts all proud just ’cause he got a little better at fishing or can pull off a few stunts on his bike. He needs to grow in heart too.
Maybe I’ll try teaching him some traditional martial arts. I know someone who’s really skilled, through a friend.
Sab-Sab may not have much power, but his hands are quick. He’s the type who learns moves and skills fast.
* * *
Even though it was still early and the shop wasn’t open yet, the shutter at the front of the gun store was rolled halfway up.
Lucky me. I’ve been doing good things lately, so maybe this is a reward from the heavens.
Since I come here a lot, I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal if I went in. I tried to walk in naturally, without looking too full of myself.
”Hey now, store’s not open yet,” the owner said, frowning as he spotted me.
But that was just how he greeted people he knew. Regulars like me got treated like that all the time.
Inside, the place was already buzzing. The atmosphere felt like a shop in full swing, even though it was supposed to be closed. And the customers—mostly girls in matching school uniforms—looked way too cheerful to be normal shoppers.
Ah, right. I remembered someone saying the owner helped coach a local archery club. That explained it. Still, no need to play favorites just ’cause they’re students.
”We’ve been buddies a long time, haven’t we?” I said with a grin, sliding in my charm. “Take me out on another hunt sometime, yeah?”
I gave him the usual smile—half real, half fake. With monster hunting always short on fighters, they couldn’t afford to ignore someone like me. I had value, even if I didn’t brag about it.
”Fine, fine,” the owner replied, waving his hand like he was giving up.
Easy. That’s how it always was. Making people feel good and steering them how I wanted—that was my true talent. That’s why I kept watching folks, learning their habits. My cheat wasn’t just some trick—I trained it sharp.
Before his mood could shift again, I waved to Sab-Sab, who was standing outside the door, staring off like he didn’t belong in the world.
”Welcome!” the owner said brightly as Sab-Sab walked in. “Are you a customer too, little guy?”
”Hello, thank you for letting me come,” Sab-Sab said politely, lowering his head.
”Haha, this one’s my little nephew,” I said with a laugh, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’ll spend a lot. Please treat him well!”
Sab-Sab gave me a blank, frosty look. But I didn’t mind. Spending money wasn’t bad by itself. Giving out coins freely bought both respect and information. That was just how things worked, even in other worlds.
”These air rifles are for folks over eighteen only, huh?” the shopkeeper muttered. “Oh? You’re into bows instead? Not a bad kid at all.”
Maybe my introduction helped, because the shopkeeper suddenly lit up. He launched into a lively explanation about compound bows like he was talking about treasure.
Compound bows had gears and pulleys, which made pulling the string easier. If someone brought one to another world, it could be a crazy strong weapon. Not as good as a gun, sure—but get enough of them and you might even start a war.
It came out after nukes, so it never changed real battles, but in movies, you’d see those rough soldiers back from war shooting down choppers with one. Pure fiction, of course.
Still, I wondered—how would a compound bow work in a medieval fantasy world? Could be fun to find out. I kept my eyes on it, curious.
But I shook myself. I had things to do. While pretending not to care, I tossed spare rifle parts into the shopping cart—stuff Sab-Sab had been wanting. I made sure to grab every iron pipe for barrels that I could find. In another world, precise metalwork like this would be tough. No fancy factory machines.
Buying this many replacement barrels looked fishy, sure, but I always bought odd things, so it wouldn’t stand out. That was the benefit of acting like a weirdo every time I shopped.
I’d just keep picking up anything that looked useful—whether it was on the list or not.
Maybe the reason guns didn’t exist here was because Fire Spirits messed with gunpowder. Even I hadn’t figured that out for sure. But if I wanted to win using modern thinking, I had to look for gaps like that.
What guns really needed was high-pressure gas. Gunpowder wasn’t the only way to get it. You could use gas tanks, strong pumps, or even mix two special liquids that explode when combined.
If I didn’t care about money, I could ask a gun company for help and maybe make machine guns that worked here. Put those in this world and you could probably take over a kingdom.
But I shouldn’t tell Sab-Sab any of this—not now. He had this strange guilt about pushing tech forward in this place. Besides, I didn’t have the right people, or the money, or the time. I’d wait until I had everything lined up first.
* * *
”Uncle, I want to try a few shots,” Sab-Sab said as he followed the shopkeeper out the back door. The schoolgirls whispered excitedly and followed after him.
Now that I thought about it, this shop had a test range. That sounded fun. I didn’t want to regret skipping it.
I left my shopping cart at the counter and rushed after them.
The so-called test range was really just an empty lot. A short brick wall circled it, and tall weeds grew around the edges. Targets were lined up in front of a dirt mound, about thirty meters away.
Sab-Sab raised his compound bow with the scope already attached, took aim, and let an arrow fly.
With guns, even a total newbie could hit a target at thirty meters after just an hour of training. But bows were different. Harder. This would show what he was really made of.
Thunk. The arrow hit far from the center. A full miss.
Not that Sab-Sab was bad—bows were just that hard. In old-school archery like kyūdō, it was more about training your heart than hitting targets. The harder it was, the more it meant.
”Your form is a mess,” I said, watching closely.
”You think so?” he asked, tilting his head. “I thought it looked okay.”
”That’s just your style. Long as you hit the mark, it’s fine.”
”Maybe I’m doing it the American way,” he added with a little smile.
The girls behind us looked like classy young ladies at first, but they were actually pretty bold. One of them chuckled behind her hand. Typical girls. Sab-Sab probably didn’t notice.
When folks said “American style,” they just meant doing whatever worked. I liked that too. I never cared for stiff manners.
The second shot scraped the edge of the target—far off from the first arrow’s spot.
Still, just hitting the thing from here was pretty cool. Maybe a real hunter could do better, but back on Earth, I probably couldn’t even hit a chicken.
”He actually got it.”
”Wait, are scopes allowed in archery? Isn’t that cheating?”
Kyūdō didn’t allow scopes, so a few of the girls looked jealous. But honestly, with just thirty meters to shoot, the scope might make it harder. Sab-Sab didn’t even adjust the scope before firing the third shot.
Thud. The arrow slammed dead-center, like the target had pulled it in.
Maybe he was using some cheat power from another world.
After that, Sab-Sab didn’t miss once. He hit a perfect streak—every arrow landing right where he wanted. The shopkeeper kept switching out bows and arrows for him, and the girls clapped and cheered like it was a show.
And there he was, standing proud like always—Sab-Sab, of all people.
* * *
”Maybe that kid really is a genius,” the store manager muttered, clearly moved.
Well, with cheat powers like that, it’s no wonder.
Everybody wants to break past the limits of being human. If you can’t become superhuman yourself, at least watching someone who did… yeah, I get it. Even just cheering them on is enough for some.
That’s why the sports world keeps making money.
The reason girls are drawn to him isn’t just his archery skills—it’s his lean, toned build. Guess muscles are the secret? Though, too much and it’s not healthy either. Still, if he were just a skinny guy with some muscle, he’d be swarmed already. It’s got that cheat, charisma, harem flag feel to it… Like he got blessed with powers straight from another world.
I don’t really want to be popular. Sounds like a pain, honestly. But still… I do feel jealous. Blow up already, Sab-Sab.
That cheerful voice of his hits a nerve every time. Maybe it’s just a guy thing. I know it’s lame to admit, but when I’m around Sab-Sab, I can’t help it. Still, it’s cheat-level stuff—he didn’t beat me as a person.
After all, Sab-Sab bought several bows. The manager even threw in all kinds of extras—attachments, arrows, tips. These days, dirt-cheap arrows are getting imported from overseas. Can local makers survive that?
Though honestly, no matter how cheap arrows get, bullets for air rifles are still way cheaper.
Once we got to the car, Sab-Sab quietly put all his stuff into his inventory. That never stops being impressive.
Even though I know it’s stupid, the envy won’t go away.
”Uncle, can you drive me to the nearest station now?” Sab-Sab asked, already packing his bag tight.
”Eh, now? It’s already six,” I said, letting out a weak laugh. “Old man like me’s ready to call it a night.”
Then came those cold eyes. Seriously, stop staring like that.
”If we go from Maibara Station on the Shinkansen, we can get back home today, right?” he asked, calm as ever.
”What’s with this all of a sudden? Weren’t you gonna open a portal to another world?” I said, trying to hide my confusion.
Did he just give up? Come on, Sab-Sab.
”I’ve got some things to prepare,” he said, a little vague. “And I managed to confirm a few things.”
”I’ll drive you again when the time comes,” I offered, already reaching for the keys.
”No need,” he said. “I’m not sure how many days it’ll take.”
”Not knowing is fine. What’s wrong with a road trip-style adventure?” I said, a bit too optimistic. “Isn’t that more exciting?”
I get it though—he wants to reach that other world as soon as he can. I want to start trading with them too.
”Alright, I’ll take you to the station. But this late, might be better to head back to Kyoto first,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t get it. “Getting a Shinkansen at this hour isn’t easy.”
”Thanks for everything,” he said. “Phones might be tapped, so I’ll contact you when I’m ready. You don’t need to do anything else now, Uncle.”
”Haha, don’t be so formal,” I said, brushing off his words. “You’re always so polite, Sab-Sab. Anyway, I’ll be busy filing my retirement forms soon.”
”You don’t have to rush quitting,” he said. “That teleport spell probably only works once a month.”
He doesn’t understand. Trading with another world is a goldmine. Sucking up to your boss for scraps is such a waste.
If you used that time to study tax law, you could save way more than a salaryman’s yearly wage.
Also, I want to design machine guns for the other world. First step—gather capital. I wonder what kind of goods from there would sell high here?
”Sab-Sab,” I said, tapping the wheel, “progress isn’t evil. It’s how humans ended up ruling this world. The ones who hate progress are just failures who fear change.”
”Uncle…” he said, quietly.
”No point in hesitating. Do what you want,” I said. “If you’re the one building that new world, it probably won’t turn out so bad.”
I had cooler lines ready. But since he suddenly decided to go, I forgot them.
Well, whatever. I think I got my point across. Worst thing is being stuck. Just go. Just move.
”The Rapid Service to Kyoto is arriving,” I called out, pointing. “Hurry, Sab-Sab!”
He gave a short wave and took off like a breeze. Pretty stylish, honestly. That kind of running suits him. Must be that cheat reflex boost.
Hero, huh? Maybe Sab-Sab’s really the main character here.
At first it was just envy, but now it feels more like defeat.
I’ve always known it in my head. But admitting that Sab-Sab, the kid I looked down on, has pulled ahead of me… that’s hard.
Still, I’ve got to accept it. I don’t have a choice. If I think about it logically, Sab-Sab is the Hero.
And me? I’m just a side character. A rock by the roadside. A bug.
But at least I know I’m a bug. Most bugs in this world don’t even realize it.
So I guess I’m still a bit above the rest.
Well, he’s my sister’s kid. He’s got my blood. In a way, he’s like my student. The pride of my blue robes, maybe. I don’t regret anything.
Trying to shake off all these twisted thoughts, I drove through the summer night.
A warm breeze brushed my cheek. Deep in the woods, small blue flames flickered.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, making my back tense. A ghost?
No way. Ghosts don’t exist… probably just my imagination.
Still, I was scared. Can I really go to that old mound alone?
Even though I only spent a few days with Sab-Sab, now that he’s gone, I feel crazy lonely. I really want to be around people again.
Maybe I should get married after all.
But then, am I even allowed to think like that? A useless bug like me?
Still, she’s the only one who didn’t walk away, even in an arranged match. She’s way too good for me, honestly. Might be my only chance in this life.
Thinking about marriage like that, my mind filled with light, like a field of flowers. Everything felt brighter.
Loneliness is bad. People aren’t meant to live alone.
If I let go of my dumb pride, maybe I’d see the truth a bit clearer.
Alright. Tonight starts a new page in my life. Sab-Sab’s gone home. Think I’ll go have a drink for the first time in ages.
Gotta keep my spirits up. Aiming for Funland Street, I pressed down hard on the gas pedal.
Notes:
• Jirou – Male. Saburou’s other older brother. He is a shady businessman with a villainous look. He is more understanding of Saburou’s experiences in another world due to his exposure to light novels and anime. He is also tight-lipped, which makes him a good confidant for Saburou’s secrets.
• Mone – Earth’s spirit, the security guard, the one who allow Saburou to enter the Lady Uno’s realm, expresses interest in being a wife, specifically called “Earth’s Mone.”
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