Looking at the results alone, they were just a bunch of sycophants.

　Perhaps it was because of the fact that he was once cut off and used as a decoy for his legs, but the feeling was stronger.
　But I'm sure there's still some unspeakable anxiety (mainly because of a girl called Rustyala or something).
　I integrated the stories of the sycophants and decided to walk proudly down the 'righteous path'.

　I soon passed a couple of women.
　But it was uneventful.

　I hesitated to ask if the exit was this way or not, but there was no doubt that people were streaming in from this direction, so I stayed on.

　We pass various groups of people on the way.
　There were a few groups that looked at me like they were trying to price me, but I didn't have any problems.

　And after a few minutes on the "righteous path", I arrived at the exit.

'Yay ......, yay ......!

　The sunshine that burns the eyes.
　The breeze that carries the gentle sunshine.
　The clean smell that cannot be compared to the atmosphere in the labyrinth.

　I was back on earth.
　As I was expressing my joy with my whole body, a neatly dressed man who looks like a guard called out to me.

'Hey, hey, you're over the top,'

　The man laughed in a friendly manner.
　But I braced myself when I saw that he had a murder weapon - a sword down on his hip.

　From the looks of it, I don't feel any hostility.
　Looking at the place where he was standing in front of this 'exit', there is a high possibility that he is a guard. They are also formal in their attire. Immediately I drop the ice on my thoughts and suppress my buoyant emotions.

'Yes, I had quite a bit of trouble getting to ......'

　I returned it in a bland manner and looked at it.

'Hmmm, it sure is a wreck from the looks of it. At this time of day, you can use the water supply, albeit just barely.

　Then the man pointed with his thumb at the distance.

'Thank you for ....... I'll be off.

　'Waterworks,' I heard the word, and I bowed my head, inwardly delighted.

'Fine. It's my job.

　I walk in the direction the man is pointing in.
　As I walk, I think we should have some more conversation with the man in question. He called our current conversation 'business'. I don't know if it's an official job or not, but it seems likely that he will be able to help me.

　After some walking, there was a well there.
　I was disappointed when I heard about the water supply and imagined a modern one. But I was sure that what could be saved could be saved.

　It was the same system as the well in my world, so it didn't take much effort to get the water up.
　First, I would refill the empty leather bags of my 'belongings' with water. The mud on my clothes would be cleaned to some extent by wiping it off with a wet cloth. I wasn't sure if the blades should be washed in water, but I rinsed them with water because of the smell.

　As I was washing it, I was thinking about the conversation I should have with the man I just had.
　Since there wasn't much traffic, there would be little danger of being overheard by others.
　His personality and physiognomy are not bad, and he ends up being a good fit if you want to get information as soon as possible.

　After simulating a few conversations, I approach the man under the guise of nature.

"...... Oh no. It's a little better now. You've been very helpful, waterworks.
'Yeah, because the only place in the labyrinth entrance that has running water is this northern 'Hoosier's'.
Heh. Really? You don't have it anywhere else?
''Oh, you're a knight state. We have the most money out of the five nations that stick around in the labyrinth.

　It's very normal, and it's a word I've never heard before.

　Honestly, I want to talk about the present day - my world, in other words. But it's a world where 'magic' is already flying around. It's a long shot, and it would only make me suspicious. I'm not at the stage of betting anything yet.

　I pretend to know and try to draw out more information.

'Does 'Hoosiers' cost anything else?'
'Yes. It's full of purpose-built facilities for the labyrinth. What's up, kid? Is this the first time you've been in this country?
Yeah, something like that.
It's easier to get to and from the five countries these days.
So if there's a place where I can get to know this country better, can you tell me?
'Hmmm, yes. Then you can start by going straight ahead from here to the central square. There's a signboard map. From there, you can go to the National Library or the intermediary office and find out more about it. When you get used to it, go to the guild or the church. I recommend it.
'I see. Thank you.

　I bowed my head deeply and thanked him, and the man scratched his cheek in embarrassment and said he didn't need to thank me.

'Fine, it's my job,'

　I don't think I can stretch the conversation any further.
　I may have another chance to talk to him, who takes care of a lot of things while calling it work. We'll have to part ways before he gets suspicious.

I'll see you at .......
Yeah, I'll see you later.

　I waved my hand lightly and followed the advice and headed straight for the central square.

　On the way, I suddenly turned around just once.
　Now that I was some distance away, I was able to grasp the full extent of the labyrinth behind me.

　The labyrinth I came out of was an incredibly huge ruin (...).
　And in the center of the ruins, a huge tree that pierced the heavens towered over it. Its branches were decorated with murky jewels. The decoration (it) was also huge, and perhaps there was a space inside, which was also a labyrinth.

　I turned my head forward and moved away from the bizarre ruins.
　While grasping the fact that I was able to escape from there...


　◆◆◆◆◆


　--and then you reach the city.

　The city's landscape looked like a high street RPG itself.
　The culture tends to be Western, and the era feels like it's around the Middle Ages.

　What's unique is that the streets are unusually well maintained.
　The roads were decorated with beautiful minerals that seemed to be gems at the edges.
　The same was true of the labyrinth's 'Positive Path', but the lines of gems extended uninterruptedly.
　In this other world, gems might not be valuable.

　Continuing to walk down the street, we find many houses.
　They range from wooden to brick, and are of a diverse and irregular variety.

　The people walking around the city were lively. And the people were diverse. Some were dressed only in simple cloths like smocks, while others walked with heavy steel gear crunching. There are a lot of people of various skin colors, and occasionally there are those who look like animals. It's the so-called half-human, half-animal race. Some have sharp fangs, long ears on the side, bushy tails and beautiful wings - a fantastic race of people live here.

　The gap between the original world and the one we live in is tremendous.
　Naturally, common sense and insanity are jumbled together in a blender. At the same time, there was also the sound of something important being scraped away with gurgling.

　There was a sense of loneliness, as if there were no one else in the world, even though there were so many people in the world.
　The sky is so vast, yet there is a sense of entrapment that assaults you.
　It's like the feeling you get when you're young and you get lost in a big department store.

　Oh, this is not the world I was in: .......
　Now I'm at ......--


A skill? ?" is out of control.
　I'll stabilize your mind in exchange for some emotional support.
　There is a +1.00 correction to disruption.


Ah, .......

　An announcement is 'displayed'.
　I watched it with a quiet heart.

　The symptoms show up just as the text says.
　I get clear thoughts at the cost of frustration and anxiety.
　''?'' I feel uneasy about ??", but I can only assume that this skill is helping me now. If it wasn't for this, I would probably be in the stomach of a giant wolf by now.

　With the clear thoughts I've acquired, I reaffirm my beliefs.
　There was no one around now that I knew of. Not even a familiar building.

　It's so vivid, so real, so large - some kind of surprise project, a foreign attraction, an undeveloped land on Earth - that all that wishful thinking has been stripped away.

　Oh, I can't help it.

　It's what I was prepared for.
　More importantly, it's "then what?".
　There's nothing to be gained by simply losing yourself.
　I calmly build my next action in my mind.

'First, the signs.'

　I regained my spirits and walked through the city with an imposing look on my face.
　Fortunately, even in my attire, I didn't float.
　There were some neatly dressed people, and not a few adventurers like me who carried swords in their cloaks.

　After walking for a few minutes, I found a square.
　It's about the size of a baseball dome, with a fountain and a stone couch.

　In the center of the fountain was a large fountain, and next to it stood a huge signboard.
　There was no one looking at the sign. Rather, there were not many people stopping in this square. Maybe this is land that is set aside for public events and is usually just a street.

　There were some maps marked on the signs. And some history of the country and stuff.
　There was a statue of a mature man in the fountain next to it. Maybe this is some kind of monument to the country.
　I start looking at the sign, intending to memorize it all.

　-- As far as the information on the sign is concerned, this country seems to be a 'country for the labyrinth'.

　To be precise, it's the United Kingdom.
　The whole story is that five countries with similar religions follow the teachings and try to capture the huge "labyrinth" by surrounding it with their own religious teachings. According to the lore of this religion, if you clear the "Hundredth Test" of this labyrinth, "anything you wish for will come true".

　I thought it was an auspicious condition to clear.
　If I wanted to return home, I would have to dive to the 100th level of the labyrinth.

　I furrowed my brow a little and continued reading.

　I'm currently in the country of "Huskyards" located in the northern part of the labyrinth.
　I'm going to be able to see that you've got a very good idea.

　The map shows me in detail where I'm located in Foozeyards.
　It seems that there is a tradition that the younger the number is, the more noble people will live here. By the way, this is number 21. There is a shopping district on 22, and on 20 there is an official agency.

Okay, ......

　Relying on those information, I decided to head first to a library-like place that existed on 20th Street.

　The library was in a conspicuous place, like a symbol of the city.
　So I don't get lost, and I can get there in a short time.

　I walk into the building, hiding my anxiety.
　The attendant checks on me for a bit, but I'm not stopped.

　It's a large wooden Western-style building.
　It's very quiet and looks no different than the library I know.
　I picked up a few books that I thought would help me with my current situation and sat down at one of the tables provided.

　I unfold the books and begin to read them - which makes me question the act of 'reading'.
　To be precise, the fact that I had previously turned away from it comes to the fore.

'Why can't I read ....... I wonder if I can read .......

　I muttered.
　In response, the people who had been reading quietly looked up and looked at me.

'Excuse me,'

　I bowed my head in a small way.
　Immediately the people who looked at us lost interest and turned their attention back to their own books.

　It's strange that the apology is getting through now.
　Some of the people who looked at me were blond and white, others had bushy beast ears. The people who are not supposed to have a taste for Japanese are coping with the Japanese language.

　The book I'm holding out is particularly strange.
　The book I am spreading out is particularly strange. And yet, I picked it up, thinking it would be a good way to learn about this world.

　Japanese has been translated into a strange language, and a strange language into Japanese without my permission.
　Calling it "magic" might be an end in itself.
　But if we were to do this in my world, it would be very important.
　First of all, the brain needs to be modified. I would have to play around with my brain, adding and subtracting memories and personalities. Then the science dissection experiment came to mind. Just horrible. It's really horrible--.


A skill? ?" is out of control.
　I'll stabilize your mind in exchange for some emotional support.
　There is a +1.00 correction to disruption.


　Again .......

　The fear that had been boiling over in my throat has been scraped away. I can't allow myself to regret the repetition of my failures, and my head is clear again.

　It was a 'display' that was sure to help in many ways, but it was also sure to give me a bad feeling.
　I think the triggering condition is a mental one that is triggering.
　I need to limit my thoughts as much as possible and not let my intense emotions take over .......

'Feng ......'

　Take a deep breath and chill out.

　However, this is not a good thing to be calm, it might be something else.
　Confusion" is being added more and more to the "State Abnormalities" column in "Display". However, contrary to the word "confusion", my mind is becoming clearer and clearer. It's a strange feeling.
　The skill '??' It may have the effect of disabling confusion on its own, but even so, the visible 'indication' of 'State: Confusion 2.99' is making me uneasy.

　It's very unsettling, but there's no point in thinking about it any longer.
　I focus on this quiet, unruffled spirit.
　Then I go through the book I prepared.

　I will get to know this world, this country, this culture, this labyrinth - I will get to know it.
　For as long as time permits, and for as long as it takes.