Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

"I want to die already... I want to die..."

There was a man walking in the alley of an intermediate district with plenty of sunset, covered in precipitated air unlike the "King's Capital of Hua".

Hair is blurry...... is the usual thing. Sleepy eyes are the same thing. But now he, Nobuo Sayama, had a sense of fatigue seeping through his whole body.

"Why do I have to work to this hour... you're crazy, those guys..."

Repeat, it is every grudge against the face of where we work today that we have vomited over and over again.

Mrs. Harold's dog (nineteen. more again) for a walk, and because of the delay, postal delivery without even eating lunch (150 norms). Even the stone continued to be processed at the factory in the lower district, which was thrown in shortly after a breath.

Everyone is chasing you, "Come on, work more".

But there are other culprits. It's Yumiel, a worker holic employee who takes on the management of anything shop and free-life work.

"Damn it... was it still a bad idea to lie about getting a quorum..."

Ever since the lies began, Yumiel has been giving you more and more jobs. Other than the Sabbath, work, work, work from morning to evening… Saturday labor as if it had disregarded the human rights of workers. It was already the limit of patience for your greatness.

"What time do you think it is! It's over twenty-three!? Impossible! I don't know why!! Why am I looking at you like this...!

"I die of overwork as it is". That's what you thought.

For you, who want to spend your days sloppily, the kind of life you live for your job wasn't something you could see.

"What to do......! What to do......!

Ask the resident employee to manage to reduce the number of jobs. I can't. More and less is Yumiel, the woman who lives at work.

Quit school or library work. I can't. As long as I live in this country, the earliest nobles won't let the "yummy" nobles escape.

"............... as long as you live in this country?

There was something flashing in his head: a moment, a pin.

"That's right, I'm holding you in this country...! Let's get out of here! Yes, I like that......!

As if that were a one-of-a-kind choice, you repeatedly say, "Let's run, let's run" precious. After all, a cornered human being is bound to a sudden conclusion.

"Whoa......! Cross the border or whatever, I'll do it!! I'm Nobunaga Sayama from Free Life! Free...... I'll live free everywhere!!

Whatever you're saying sounds good, but what you do is throw out your job and run. But now he was burning like never before......

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Last night, your husband didn't come back. Even though the sun is rising, I still can't go home. Is something wrong? I get worried and call him over and over in [call], but he's not responding.

It's hard to think about your husband at level 250, but apparently he's in a state where he can't reach you at his will.

"... we have to go find it"

Maybe he's injured somewhere and can't move. At the end of the day, they should have done their job in the lower districts, so it's fully conceivable. There's a lot of clutter over there and there's a good chance of accidents. Even your husband may faint if the stone for the restoration of the walls falls on his head.

Your husband bleeds from his head and falls to the ground.

I couldn't even stay thinking about it that way, and I tried to jump out without weaving my coat.

But when I almost opened the door, the paper just dropped a crisp sound. I wonder what. Was it caught in the door?

It looks like a slice of a book or a letter.

When I opened that paper, which was folded into two folds, it said:

'I'm tired of all my work days. Don't look for me because I'm going to a distant country. Guitar Sayama "

"………………………… what is this"

Strength falls out of your body, and you can't stop coming in. A letter that I have removed falls in front of me in a flickering manner. The paper blurred into my eyes, but it didn't change what was written over and over again.

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"Whoa! I'm free ahhh!!!!

[Boost] is used to run through the streets of dawn like a disease wind. The face is sunny everywhere. Full force disease that no one's eyes care about. It brought more openness to him than anything else, concealing his power to avoid trouble on a daily basis.

"This is it! This is it! Freedom, this is what I'm talking about! I don't care about my job, people's eyes, I do what I want! This kind of thing is free!

If I were you, I would have had a job today. But even faster is more expensive so as to shake off the bondage of labor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!! I'm free!!!"

Raise a shout from the depths of your soul. Even the daily stresses we build up in the hoarding seem to get thrown up together. More ambitious, even off the streets and running through the woods.

It wasn't until about an hour after your legs stopped.

Even though level 250, the extreme hunger and four-hour full marathon resonated with the body. I repeatedly vomited with nothing to put out, and for a while I was snuggling under a woodland tree like nowhere else.

Seeing that, what did you get wrong, that Doriad (the woodwork) left one apple with the kind of eyes that looked at the poor thing?