Lost Narrative Poetry

pain!

it hurts!

The illusive and severe headache was difficult for him to accept, and he almost struggled in his sleep. It was as painful as something piercing through his soul and body.

It was because of the pain that he could feel the existence. He never expected that the first time he felt the existence of the soul would be for such a reason...so clear and so unbearable.

He didn't know how much time had passed. He was like a person who was about to drown. He struggled to wake up from a sleep that was not good at all and gathered his will bit by bit.

"ah--!!"

With a short cry, he suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, panting heavily, like a drowning man who was almost drowned in the depths of the water, grabbing the life-saving straw at the last moment and crawling out. On the shore.

He breathed heavily, greedily and uncomfortable, and his lungs were so hot that it seemed as if they were on fire. This lasted for a long time.

The room gradually calmed down, the sound of heavy breathing disappeared, the man breathed slowly and feebly, and his violently heaving chest also became calmer. He felt that he had had a long dream, but it was just a nightmare.

Until I wake up now——

Looking around, I saw a house with four bare walls, a completely unfamiliar environment.

The man sitting on the bed turned his head and looked around, and the expression on his face gradually solidified. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he had just woken up from a nightmare, or... he had just woken up from a nightmare?

Frankly speaking, he really couldn't tell whether it was midnight or morning. He even felt that he couldn't tell the time, so he subconsciously thought that he had overslept and was worried about being late for work.

However, at this moment, it seems that there is no need to worry about any of this...

And it seems like you don’t have to worry anymore…

"..."

"..."

In the dead silence, the man swallowed hard, feeling that his whole body was numb, and his stomach was as heavy as a bag of stones.

He subconsciously put his hand on the meat on the inner thigh. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly clamped the piece of meat and twisted it hard. The effect was almost immediate.

"hiss--!!"

He gasped and bent down in an instant, his whole face twisted together.

--it hurts!

——It really hurts! I am not dreaming!

After a while, when the physical pain disappeared, the pain in my mind that was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the soul had gradually subsided over time and was weakened to a very weak level...

Only then did he get out of bed with an extremely complicated expression and put on some tattered pointed-toed shoes that were one size smaller.

He has noticed that his body seems to have become much smaller, like a minor who has not yet grown up.

But this is natural - he muttered this in his head as if he was mocking himself.

My current situation seems to be that I have traveled through time...

The time-travel element is also quite popular in Japan, especially in the past two years. Due to various reasons, light novels and animated dramas about time-traveling into different worlds have emerged one after another.

However, because it relies on people's fantasies about adventure and the unknown in the real world, it seems normal to become popular. As a social beast who has just entered society for less than a few years, the man's daily entertainment activities are only these things. Got——

These things can somewhat relax his tense spirit, so that he can take a breath and not be completely overwhelmed by the burden of life.

So he still knew something about these things, and precisely because of this, at this time, this strange knowledge and cognition also played a role, helping him vaguely understand his situation.

Although it was absurd and bizarre, his rational thinking instinctively rejected this conclusion.

However, everything in front of him, as well as the huge and confusing memories in his mind that definitely did not belong to him, all unquestionably told this ironclad fact.

He even felt as if he was suffering from a morbid schizophrenia. On the one hand, his consciousness felt that everything in front of him was strange. Including this empty and simple house, the dim light outside the boarded-up windows...

All of this was so unfamiliar, making him feel repulsed and frightened from the bottom of his heart.

But on the other hand, there was a strange feeling of familiarity rising from the bottom of his heart, making him very familiar and intimate with this house. It seemed that he had lived here for a long time, and as long as he was in this house, he had a unique psychology that was unique to him. sense of security.

At the same time, there were all kinds of bizarre memory scenes in his mind, making him feel like a bystander and an eyewitness. He almost thought that he was suffering from symptoms of split personality.

After regaining his breath for a while, he walked to the window, which was firmly nailed by thick wooden boards and could only observe the scenery outside through the cracks. He took a deep breath, then braved the courage to peek out the window. Take a look.

As a result, his already ugly face suddenly looked even uglier.

There seemed to be a town outside, and the street where his house was located seemed to belong to a dirty and dilapidated slum. The main road was barely smooth, and the nearby sewers gave off a strong rancid smell that could make people fall down even from a long distance away. Satisfy your appetite.

The houses on both sides of the street are not tall and look quite old. At a glance, eight of the ten houses look like the house he lives in. The windows are all nailed with wooden boards, and the whole has a decayed look. breath.

The whole street was filled with an indescribable sense of dilapidation.

There are also some houses that look to be in disrepair, half of them have collapsed, and they are basically in ruins. No one has come to clean or renovate them. The only few houses have a few big logs to support them tightly. The wall on the street side.

This is a very rare treat. I am afraid that people are worried that the wall on their side will collapse, which will directly turn the streets into ruins and affect traffic, so they will give them such special treatment...

No matter how you look at it, the people living here are probably not from the wealthy class. This is a comprehensive inference based on the body he has traveled through and the depressed and dilapidated condition of the entire street.

The former social animal, now a thin and weak minor, his vision almost went dark and he almost fainted on the spot.

He has more or less accepted the fact that he has traveled through time, but does this style treatment need to be so realistic? !

An ordinary social beast dies unexpectedly and travels to a different world, directly gaining the full level of super-god fighting power. Shouldn't this kind of theme be the most common? Is it because I am not a liver-exploding engineer, and I did not travel through time with a smartphone?

He thought about it carefully and felt that this was probably the case——

It seems that I didn’t travel directly through time, but my soul traveled into this world, so I don’t have a powerful protagonist aura, or an extremely powerful and heaven-defying panel...

At this moment, the "traveler" who realized how bad his time-travel treatment was had the urge to burst into tears.

Wait, it seems that among those people who have not traveled through time with their bodies, but with their souls, it seems that they belong to the lowest category! Why didn't I travel through time and become a slime, or start with a big tomb?

Even if you abandon your original body and use a skeleton, you can accept it! So, is it true that I forgot to wear a halo? !

After finally regaining some mobility from such a cruel blow, the time traveler smiled bitterly, cheered up again, and looked out the window, trying to collect more information.

It wasn't that he really had a clear mind or a firm mind, but that he was subconsciously resisting and fearing the completely unfamiliar world outside. This small house gave him a sense of security at this time.

He didn't want to go out in the first place, so naturally his only option was to continue observing inside.

The pedestrians on the street were walking in a hurry, and they all looked a little anxious. The clothes they wore were also strange. They were either bloated, old and ill-fitting coats, or overalls similar to those of the industrial era.

There seems to be a faint sound of clanging trains in the distance, accompanied by what seems to be a harsh sound of brakes, which can almost make people think of sparks bursting between the wheels and the rails. It is probably that the train is stopping at the station...

The traveler's heart was moved, could this really be some kind of Western European industrial age? Maybe there is still some hope for myself without the halo?

At least it's not a dangerous sword and magic background where a powerful individual with superhuman strength can threaten the entire social order...

However, after taking a closer look, he found that some houses on the street seemed to have been converted into pavements, and there were signs hanging outside, but the words on them were not in English as expected, nor were they Japanese or Chinese characters. He was vaguely familiar with it, but Don't recognize it.

when--

At this moment, a dull and solemn bell suddenly rang, seemingly coming from the center of the town.

In an instant, the faces of the pedestrians who were already in a hurry on the street changed, and they immediately began to walk as fast as flying. Many people spread their legs and started running, making the passers-by look confused.

Also, in the houses on both sides of the street, it was as if they had received instructions at the same time. The dim lights turned on, almost within a second, as if someone had been waiting in front of the candle or oil lamp to hear the bell. The light was lit immediately.

Could it be that in this era there are still policies like curfews, and if you stay outside after the bell rings, you will be caught and fined?

The stunned traveler looked at the sky in the distance. At this time, it seemed to be evening outside, and the sunset in the distance seemed to sink below the horizon at any time, so he subconsciously thought so.

But the scene of the sun setting in the west and night approaching gave him an indescribable sense of crisis, as if something bad would happen after the sun went down.

At the same time, the dull pain in his mind seemed to intensify from mild to severe, as if some memory had been touched. A large number of light and shadow images came at the same time, and the overload of data caused the brain to feel heated.

Waves of dizziness made the traveler almost unsteady. He could only reach out and hold on to the window sill to keep from falling.

A large amount of information poured into his mind, allowing him to access or "recall" it. As he quickly absorbed and digested it, his face became paler - this world seemed a little weird.

You can't stay outside when it gets dark.

You must stay in a place with light.

He jumped up excitedly, feeling a sense of crisis aroused by the terrifying information in his memory. He subconsciously turned around and lit the oil lamp in the house, but before he could take action, his body froze completely.

He didn't know how long he had been dizzy...

It's getting dark outside now...

And just outside the house, there was a bloodshot eye staring directly at him in the darkness of the house through the gap outside the window.

That viciousness, greed, and unabashed malice made his whole body stiff, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his mind was completely blank, unable to think.

…

…

"It's not good..."

Xia Ran twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at the scene shown in the black crack: "Sure enough, it is right to take it step by step first. The adaptability of these people is not at the same level as the protagonists in light novels. Too many opportunities are wasted... …”

"Maybe your setting is a little malicious...but judging from the results, it's completely feasible."

Yakumo Murasaki sat opposite him, looking at the gap between her with great interest to open the passage to the other person's world of thoughts.

"I do feel the generation of "fear", and it can flow into reality through my gap. If this virtual world is useful to those monsters, then it will definitely be enough to produce the power of faith to supply the existence of gods... "

"Monster..." Xia Ran was stunned for a moment, thinking deeply.

He ignored that what monsters need is fear, but the essence is no different from the faith that gods need... In this case, it seems that not only gods can invest?