Chapter 1               Reincarnated

It’s 2 o’clock in the middle of the night – a man is walking by relying on the street lamps. His destination is the convenience store that’s not far from his house.

[Just now I had fun with the lady of the night that I called to my room. The love has ended, and I aware that the lady had to go, but because there’s no food and I’m hungry, I had to go outside in the middle of the night.]

“That girl, Rin-chan was it, is very cute. Next time I will call her over again!”

While thinking that, he entered the convenience store through the automatic door.

Here, in the convenience store, his life came to an end.

In that convenience store, three people were present; one of them was the university student aged clerk, and the remaining two had survival-knife kind of weapons in their hands pointing towards the eyes of the clerk.  It meant that he nonchalantly and unfortunately came across a convenience store robbery. For a while, he was stunned looking at the scene, but when he came to his senses he moved his back towards the scene and tried to escape, but at that moment a severe pain ran amok through his back, and he fell. After being hit by a sharp pain several more times, he let go of his consciousness.

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…Here is…

Unfamiliar ceiling…

I see… I’ve survived that convenience store incident, huh?

Is this the hospital room?

I’ve never been hospitalized before, so I don’t know, but this place seems to be much more luxurious than what I’ve seen on TV. Why was I brought here? Was I transported to another country’s hospital? I don’t think that is the case, but I don’t believe that this is a Japanese room or building.

In a western-style room, I lay in bed.

“%＆’％＄＃”＃’＆＃＃’”

Uooooah!

A foreigner?

“$%’”＆＝’％＄”＆＄％”

It’s a language that I’ve never heard of…

A race different from Japanese…than a western European…it’s Closer to Middle Eastern with a chiseled face and black hair… without a doubt, it’s an ossan (old man).

I’ve got no idea what you are saying. I’m no good with my body, but it’s different for my brain – Japanese naturally, English, French, German, Greek, Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, I could speak all of it but, Arabic – mostly I don’t remember it.

…I’m troubled…for now, let’s talk in English…

“Where am I?

“＄＆’！＃＄％’％＃”

English was not good…

French – Nope.

German – Nope.

Greek – Nope.

Cantonese – Nope.

Korean – Nope.

It’s hopeless.

He left the room. Am I being left alone, huh? I’m pretty sure that I was stabbed by a knife. I’m feeling uneasy whether I could move my body or not… there’s no pain either nor freedom… how to say it, I’m feeling quite relaxed because there’s no pain.

Although a big tree is visible from the windows, no other information is available.

He came back. He came with two women though, it seems neither is a nurse- one person is wearing a luxurious dress like a royalty’s evening dress, and the other is wearing a maid uniform. The women that were wearing a dress was at least in her twenties, blonde with blue eyes and with a model like a figure. The maid seems not to have yet reached 20, I think and has a beauty that was in no way inferior to that of the dressed woman.

It’s a bishoujo (Beautiful woman).

“＋”＄；＆’！＃・＄％’％＃”

Haa?!?

While I was thinking of what the women in the dress would do, she hugged me. I should be happy that I’m being embraced by beauty, but there’s no reaction from my son… it is probably because I’m recuperating that I’m not reacting – right?! At this time, as I don’t know what those people are talking about, I’m struck with drowsiness and begin to fall asleep. (Fortuneeternal.com)