My life seems to have been one of incompetence itself, unable to accomplish anything.
　I opened my eyes as I thought about it.

　Where am I?
　I couldn't see anything.
　It was just dark and smelled like something rotten.

　As he explored the darkness and moved his hand, he was hit by something.
　Could this be a wall?
　He got up and began to slowly make his way along the wall.

　Certainly.
　You can't live in a place where you can't see anything like this.
　Slowly, he moved his feet forward.
　Step by step. I just went on vaguely, relying on the sound of my feet scraping on the ground.

It's not like I could see the light even if I took this step forward.
But I felt that once I stopped, I couldn't start walking again.
There was an unfamiliar raw smell and a darkness without a single light.

I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about. Still, I kept walking.

I couldn't see anything, so I wanted to see something.
The only thing I could see was the status display.
Even this was a relief to me at this point.

'Incompetent,' it made me laugh.

　The display is irreplaceable.

Woohoo!
State: "Otherworldly Syndrome


_ The disease of those who long for another world.
Woohoo!

'Am I sick? I don't know what that means.

　I certainly had a longing for a different world.
　I would be able to start something anew from scratch.
　There was not a day that passed that I didn't imagine if such another world existed.

　But even that seems to be treated as a disease here.
　I'm not normal.
　It's as if even the world is mocking me.

''Goddess....''

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Unique Skill: "Goddess Blessing
An ability granted by the goddess's grateful mercy.
Only when the target's life is reduced to zero, can the target be able to select and obtain one of his or her abilities or items.
ーーー.

I could use that.

Oooooooooooooooooooooh!
Magic: Healing (Heal)
Magic consumption: 3
Basic Healing Magic.
Woohoo!

　I felt as if I had learned the reason why healers are considered the weakest.
　Saeki was right.
　How do you want me to attack you with this?


　Have you come to heal someone in this world?


　I remember Saeki's words.
　What should I do now?
　If this is the case... I should not have thought of going to another world...

　Why am I walking around?

　I want to kill them.
　I'd like to kill them all right now.
　I'm going to put them through it.
　The pain.



*******



　Light.
　It suddenly came into view.
　I thought I had hit my head.
　Because a red color suddenly appeared in my vision.
　I checked my head to see if I was bleeding.
　It was a torch.
　A single torch.

"Better than nothing.

　If this was an RPG, he would have possessed the torch from the beginning.

　I picked up the torch.
　I looked around and saw that it was a slightly larger room.
　I check the path I've been walking down.
　I didn't think it was this narrow. The ceiling is low.
　I definitely hit my head a few times.

　I'm suddenly scared.
　An unidentified fear suddenly struck me.
　It must have been the torch.
　Suddenly I can see my surroundings and it makes me more aware of my situation.
　I'm scared.
　Do I have to be the only one to do this?
　They must be eating or something right now.
　I could see their faces in the darkness.
　Saeki's face is the one that appears most strongly.
　No, first of all, that woman.

"You're going to kill me...

　My voice echoed.
　I was spooked by my own voice that came back.
　I laughed out of pity.

　What do you want to kill?
　There's no way you can kill someone.
　I paused for a moment.

　I lit the room and looked around to see if I could find anything.
　I don't know what it was, but I smelled something fishy.
　Or maybe it was mold.
　He stopped thinking again and leaned against the wall.
　Then I heard a low, earth-shaking sound from somewhere.

　I brace myself in fear. After a few moments, the sound stopped.
　It seems I've touched something.
　I have a feeling that I have.
　When I was leaning against the wall, I felt something like a lever on my back.

　I got scared again.
　Of course I'd moved something.
　And then I realized that I had moved something.
　There was a passage on the opposite wall that hadn't been there before, but the wall was gone.
　The wall was gone.

A trap door.

　This happens a lot in RPGs.







　I don't know how long it's been.
　But time didn't matter.

　We passed through several passages and rooms and arrived at one room.

"A treasure chest.

　There are three boxes in front of me.
　Probably a treasure chest kind of thing.
　I didn't even know it, I thought.
　That's how much hope I was looking for.

　'Wait. I think you'll find your fangs when you open them.

　I think the rim is the mouth.
　Yes, that's right, Mimic. I know that guy pretty well.
　Should I open it or shut up and walk away?
　But if we go through with it, we will regret it.
　You'll regret not opening it.

　A mimic, if you can name it, is a novice killer.
　It's a death sentence for players who don't know it's a mimic.
　It gives them no chance to escape.
　If you open it, the last thing you want is for it to bite you and swallow you up.

　After much deliberation, I decided to open the rightmost box first.
　There was nothing inside, but I wasn't surprised.
　If I could find some water, it would be worthwhile. That's all I could hope for.
　And then I opened the next one.

　This time, something bad comes out.
　It's a small glass vial.
　Inside was a reddish-black liquid that gave off an aura of evil.
　But it was difficult to distinguish it from the torchlight alone.

''That's disgusting.

　It's not a matter of color.
　It's definitely reddish-black and unknowable.
　It's an atmosphere as if to say, "It's a poison.
　But it is not a matter of color.
　I don't know why, but it's dangerous.
　Something was telling me that.

　That's when it hit me.

"Drink this....

　I heard a voice.

'What, what!'

Strangely enough, I felt a surge of joy.

'Who's there!　Whoa, where are you! There was no reply.

　Perhaps I should be afraid.
　Suddenly I heard someone's voice. It's also in the dark.

　But I was happy.
　To not be alone, even for a moment.

I heard the voice again. Next time, I heard it clearly.

　I'm just glad I can hear it now.
　It was better than nothing.

　The owner of the voice is telling me to drink.
　Probably this guy I'm holding in my hand.

'Power greedy?　Naraba drink ... drink Mihosse!
I don't need the power!　Bring me back to my world!

　But there was no reply.
　And then, no matter what he said, there was no reply.
　I sit there and stare at the vial.
　It's black..... And the room is dark.

　I've always liked the dark.
　It doesn't scare me.
　In fact, I find it soothing.
　But now I am.
　I didn't think the darkness would be so scary.

"Here's something to drink...

　If I continue to steadily raise the level of my game, will I be able to surpass those guys?
　My status is like an ant to Saeki and Ichijo.
　I'm not sure I'll ever be able to find a way for a healer to deal damage to them.
　In the first place, is it possible for me to live at this level of worry?
　If I don't do this, I'll be dead before I can reach them.
　That's for sure.

I don't blame them.

　Life is luck.
　It's all about how you win your luck.
　I can't say, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid," forever.
　Maybe it's time to make a decision.
　Will you follow that voice and drink this, or will you die alone and empty?

A life I once gave up.

　I've made up my mind.

Hey, I don't know who you are, but... So don't do it.

　Kara Genki - that's a good word for it.
　I opened the lid of my

''Hmph!　Yes, sir!

　It was then.
　Along with the faintly heard laughter, a severe pain shot through my body.

''Ggh ... shit!　Why, man....

　He collapses on the spot.

'Is this.....................the end? d*mn.........

　The last thing I felt was resignation.
　No more.
　No more regrets.
　I've lived. Enough.