We went through a long tunnel on the border and found ourselves in snow country.


　The first sentence of the famous novel is ruminating in my head.
　In the case of me, Aya Hasejiro, it would be more dramatic: "When I passed through the old mirror in the warehouse, I found a completely dark room.

　............ All right. I don't get it. ......


　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. The mirrored surface is reflecting the inside of the warehouse in a mysterious way.

　Surprised by the sheer magnitude of the situation, I hurriedly jumped into the mirror and was able to return to the original warehouse with no problem.
　To tell the truth, my mind cannot catch up with the situation, but in short, this may be what is called "the world of the mirror" ......?　Now that I think about it, it was foolhardy, but my curiosity was piqued at that moment and I decided to investigate behind the mirror.

　Fearfully, I slipped behind the mirror and illuminated the room with the flashlight I had in my hand. The interior of the musty, stone-made room came into view, but other than the mirror, the only thing that was there was a wooden box.
　There's nothing else in the room.

　The room is about 8 tatami mats in size.
　There were no windows or anything else, so I couldn't see anything outside. There are no sounds, so the room might be a basement.
　There is also a single solid-looking wooden door for a doorway. I guess we can get out from here.

　For now, I decided to open the only wooden box that was placed there. It's a box that looks like a treasure chest from an RPG I used to be passionate about.
　...... Oops!　Stand your ground!　I'm not going to be able to get a good look at ----, but when I opened it, of course there were no traps and it opened without a problem.

　The contents were a set of clothes.
　The clothes are medieval style or something, like the clothes used in the Shakespeare play. A long-sleeved shirt with frilly silk, a very period-like vest with gold thread embroidery, thick trousers and belt.
　A true set of equipment. Nothing else is in it.
　This really was a treasure chest: .......

　I put the clothes back in the box and think about what I'm going to do with them. You can go out the door, but .......

　And then, after a bit of deliberation, I decided to escape from the world of mirrors for the time being and return to the warehouse.

　Returning to the warehouse and feeling the same musty smell as in the room before, I try to calm myself down and think about it.
　I know that something impossible is happening. The mirror I found in the old warehouse was leading to another world!　It's a standard fantasy setting, but when it happens in real life, it's a bit of a problem. Well, let's see what we'll do.

　...... One thing I can tell you is that this mirror will sell for a great price!　I guess that's what I mean: .......




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　I failed to get a job after high school and have been NEET for almost two years since then. When I say I failed to find a job, it doesn't mean I couldn't get one. It's just that I joined the worst black company in the world, and I left because I was mentally and physically exhausted.

　After I left the company, I couldn't bring myself to work, but there was no way I could do nothing forever, so I happened to see an article in a bookstore called "A profitable side job! 300,000 a month in online auctions! I sold old books and tools on the internet auction, as the book says, and I made extraordinary profits. ...... and since then, I've been making a living at it.

　Fortunately, there is a weekly flea market in my neighborhood, and I was able to make more money than I expected from the auctions because I could buy some good stuff at the local antique market at a big shrine.
　It's not an exaggeration to say that it's half hobby and half profit.

　In the beginning, I didn't really know what was expensive, and although I didn't go into the red, it wasn't so much as "profitable". But now I've gotten used to it, and I've even been able to save some money.
　I've always been a lover of things, but I'm quite proud of my talent for this.


　I found the mirror in the warehouse of an old house in the city where I had been approaching for some time. It was hidden behind a paulownia chest of drawers, with a frame made of mahogany or walnut. The frame was made of mahogany or walnut. The design was elaborate and the age of the chest was old, and I thought to myself, "I found this one, the problem is how to buy it. .......

　I was wandering around in the dark storehouse while I was thinking, perhaps because I got caught up in a pile of old tools piled up at my feet, I fell towards the mirror and was sucked into it. And so we return to the beginning.
　So it's called ....... In a nutshell, that's about it.


　There were still things in the storehouse that could be worth money (tools such as old plates and brazier, and a storage container for various tools can be sold at a surprisingly high price, and old toys can be sold as well. Just because something is old, it sells for a certain amount of money, and the storehouse is truly a treasure trove of goods. I decided to get out of the warehouse and start negotiating with the landlord to buy the mirror that was in the warehouse.


Oh, I'm sorry. I had a look inside the storehouse.

　The landlord (a grandmother of about 80 years old. She was drinking tea in the living room.


She said, "I'd like you to give me a large mirror that was in the warehouse. I can't carry anything else, just the mirror. I'd like to buy it for 4,000 yen. Is that all right with you?

　I speak at once. I feel it's a very low price, but I'm standing by with 4,000 yen for immediate payment. The important thing is to do business quickly. If we don't move out before I change my mind, I'll have to go to ......

Oh, I don't need everything that's out there. I don't need the money.

　And an old woman. Yes!　Super lucky!

　However, this is actually a common pattern. If you get to the point of opening the storehouse, it is almost as if the contents are already given to you.
　Most of the time, the owner of a storehouse is just a "cumbersome storehouse full of old junk that needs to be cleaned up". They don't want to let someone they don't know scavenge their storehouse, but that doesn't mean they care about the contents. For a poor person like me, it's a treasure trove. I'm sure that's why rich people are rich.

　--So I got the mirror safely, loaded it into the car carefully so that it wouldn't break, and carried it home.

　I don't live alone.
　I live with my parents. More like a parasite, I guess you could say.
　I don't have a job, so I just make excuses to ...... and pay for a little food. I have a brother and a sister, both of whom are already out of the house.

　I'm the youngest and spoiled growing up, so I can't blame them for being parasites! But when I get a job, I'm out of the house!　When I get a job, I'll make sure it's on its own!