"Hello? Are you alive? You’ve been standing here for 20 seconds without buying anything. Hellooo??? are you okay? UGhhh Please, get out of my sight if you’re not planning to purchase anything, you little pig." says the shopkeeper, pushing him away from the counter. "Next!"
"What? Who dares speak to me like this!? My guards should be handling him. Speaking of which, where are they? Actually, where the hell am I? What's up with these people? I don’t even see any humans here—just some kind of demihumans. They look like different animals. The ones I like most are the cat girls; they have such cute ears. I want to buy one to be my maid. And everyone has such colorful hair. That old man has green hair and a red crystal on his forehead.
"This has to be a dream, but why do I remember everything from two minutes ago? I even have my phone, and... I'm still in my shorts and polo shirt. Oh, I even have 1k dollars - nice! I'll buy something from that seller."
“Hey, old man!”
“Ugh, it’s you again... Are you going to leave now, or just stand there without any money?” he grumbles, scratching his head in irritation.
“Well, guess what - you’re wrong!” I say, pulling out my cash from my light shorts with a grin. “Here’s my green!”
“Huh… What are these scraps you’re handing me? WHERE ARE THE GOLD COINS? GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, I’M TELLING YOU!” He shouts, throwing an apple at me. “Take it, and I hope you come back with real money next time!”
"Who the hell! What gold coins!" I shout as I slowly run away from that damned shopkeeper.
Hmm... This has to be a dream. There's no way I'm in another world. Yes! It’s a dream; I just need to make myself feel pain, and if it doesn't hurt, I'm dreaming! Hahaha! - Laughing nervously, Itsuki, a bit panicked, tries to pinch himself.
"Please, a dream, a dream, a dream, A DREAM!" he shouts, pinching himself and feeling the pain. Oh no, it can't be! What should I do?!? I need food, money, women! Pfft, why am I worrying? I’ll get through this easily.
Itsuki hadn’t even noticed at first, but this town was truly beautiful. Each house had its own unique style—one built from stone, another from wood. The carefully carved stone made the buildings look absolutely stunning. Most of the people here were merchants. Unexpectedly, Itsuki, after walking about 2 hours, noticed a sign on one of the buildings that read “The Bounty House.” It was written in a strange language, yet somehow he could read it.
"Oh, yes! This must be a game world! Too bad I know nothing about them, but I get that this definitely means something good!"
Singing to himself, he ran toward the building and suddenly heard:
"AAAAAHGHAAAGAHAAaaaaaa!" – It was a woman’s scream.
I need to help! And I’ll get some money from her for it. I'll show off my true powers. Hmm, maybe because I’m here, I was granted some awesome power that can one-shot any enemy.
Trying to run, Itsuki stumbled due to his weight, crashing to the ground painfully. The pain made him second-guess going any further, but suddenly, he heard a woman’s voice.
“Oh, what little piglet is trying to rescue that worthless girl?”
Itsuki got up on his knees and saw a woman dressed in black, with emerald-colored eyes and a knife as sharp as a razor. Her aura was a deep, dark emerald, but with a hint of light.
He realized he was no longer in the street, but in a dark passageway, the kind of place even ghosts would fear to enter.
She approached Itsuki with the biggest grin, saying, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll just kill you real quick, and then I’ll be out of your way.”
The knife was already pressed to his throat, and Itsuki’s face was red with tears, his eyes small and disbelieving—he couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him.
“Hahaha, look at all the cash we got from him! We can buy anything we want now!” Suddenly, two masked men appeared, spotting them.
“What the hell is going on here? Man, let’s get out of here!”
Irritated by the interruption, the woman moved with the speed of sound, slicing both men clean in half. “Thanks for the tasty little snack,” she muttered, savoring the moment.
Seeing this, Itsuki, terrified, tried to stand up, but his fear of blood made him fall again. Then he felt a burning pain in his right arm—he tried to laugh it off and get up again, but when he looked down, his arm was gone. It lay there on the ground beside him. Screaming in agony, he thought, What kind of world is this? Losing an arm on the first day? This has to be a nightmare—it can’t be real.
Looking up, he was met with her emerald eyes and that horrifying grin. Crying out in pain, he yelled, “Stay away from me, you monster!”
“Oh, talking to me like that, my little beauty?” she replied, her voice sickly sweet. “I wonder if you’re as lovely on the inside. Let me take a look at those guts I’m about to spill. You know, I’ll even tell you my name, so you’ll think about it while you die. My name is Morticia.” Laughing wildly, she touched her face with his blood.
“Your blood is so warm,” she murmured.
No, I can’t die like this just because I tried to save someone, Itsuki thought desperately. I don’t want to die. Please...
** TUK TUK TUK TUK**
“You know, I didn’t expect anyone would recognize the princess. That blonde beauty really tried to protect herself, but it didn’t work. Now she’s lying there, sliced up by my black blade.” Morticia’s cold voice pierced straight into Itsuki’s mind.
** TUK TUK TUK TUK
**
“P...please...s...stop,” he whispered.
** TUK TUK TUK TUK**
He tried to stop her as her knife plunged into his stomach, her emerald eyes turning blood-red.
** TUK TUK TU...........**
“No, don’t even think you’re getting out of this ali—”
** .................**
Suddenly, her voice stopped, just like Itsuki’s heartbeat. The pain was overwhelming; he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. In front of him, Morticia, her face smeared in blood, was savoring the kill, getting a high off killing him—a worthless, overweight man who had dreamed of living the high life with his $1.3 million.
He hadn’t even seen the so-called princess he was trying to save… Some life this turned out to be.
The pain from his severed limbs and spilled intestines was unbearable.
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"Hello? Are you alive? You’ve been standing here for 20 seconds without buying anything.
What...?
