Konosuba - God's Blessing on This Anxious Reader

1 - A Novel World

name: "talk" - speech
name: 'Think' - thought
*act* - action
plain text - narration
spell - magic
note - text

*Y/n Pov*

As you open your eyes you look around you, it was bright, the houses where weird, and everything around you was different...

But before you can really take every thing in you throw up.

Y/n: "blegh" 'great... I'm not used to any form of movement let alone whatever that was.'

After taking a moment to steady yourself you decide to first make sure no one was looking, and then check on your fallen comrade only to find that it was no longer with you.

(A/n: you can just skip the next part if you want)

A spotlight shines on you as she sheds a single tear.

Y/n: 'To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

After taking a moment to mourn the lost of your fallen comrade you decide to look around feeling free passing others as if you were one of them finally being a normal person...

Y/n: "Well I guess I should find the adventurers guild like any other isekai story"

But you still have no idea where you are going and you are definitely not going to just walk up to a random person and ask where what is possibly the most notable building is.

Y/n: *mumble* "Q_Q W-well I guess I can j-just walk u-until I find s-something..."

But before you could resign yourself to that sad fate a scandalously clad silver haired girl approached you.

???: "Hi!"

Y/n: 'public indecency -_-' "H-Hello c-can I h-help you..?"

Chris: "I'm Chris, you look lost are you looking for the adventurers guild?"

Y/n: 'How did she know does this thing happen often?' "Ah yes, a-and my n-name is Y-Y/n!"

Chris: "Nice to meetcha, if you wanna find the guild then just follow me."

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Y/n: "KONOSUBA!"

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