Life in Another World as a Village

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"Yo Satou-san, so how do you feel about this trip? Fun?"

I snapped back to reality and turned to look at my colleague.

"Sigh, I don't know man. I'm just too tired to enjoy this trip. I appreciate being able to see Mount Fiji but being this tired would take away any experience."

"Damn, you've been working hard huh? You should ask for a vacation."

"I guess I should."

I approached my boss smoking at the side of the curve road along the clifface.

"Um, Sir?"

"What is it Satou-san?"

"I thank you for bringing us on this trip, but could I possibly request for a vacation?"

"A vacation you say? Hmm, well I think you deserve it."

"Thank you sir."

"Umu, take care of yourself more. Just because you have a lot of work doesn't mean you have to overwork yourself."

"I understand."

I bowed to my boss and started walking away. I heard a vehicle approaching and turned around to see a truck speeding down the lane.

"Oi Oi, isn't that dangerous?"

The truck was about to reach the curve road and yet, showed no signs of slowing down.

My eyes widen as I realised that my boss had not noticed the truck approaching him.

Dammit, its to late to call him out.

I sprinted towards the roadside and pushed my boss out of the way of the incoming truck.

The truck went straight through the railings and plummeted. As I stood up and looked towards my boss, I reach out a hand to help pull him up.

What was that? Isekai Truck-San? Heh, not today.

I walked towards the edge and peered down, only seeing a column of smoke rising from the depths.

"SATOU-SAN, GROUND! GROUND!"

"Wha-"

The ground beneath me cracked and broke off.
I was sent falling.

Ah

Well

I guess truck-san got me instead.

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Huh?

What?

What's happening, I died right?

Why is my view weird?

My field of view was very strange. Its was as if I was looking at a landscape.

There was a Mountain under the beautiful sky, surround by lush green forest with a river flowing alongside near a clearing. Within the clearing was a village.

A small village with people minding their own business. However, upon closer inspection, it seemed as though the village was well underdeveloped. The village huts were olden straw and wooden huts, there was an old fashioned well in the center of the village and farms surrounding a mill.

I wanted to take a closer look when suddenly, my point of view started to shift. I could move myself. Or at least what seemed to be myself. I stopped at the village at started looking around.