I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

The next morning I got out of bed with a mild muscle ache.

Yesterday's battle with the mighty enemy seems to have brought this pain.

(overlapping muscle pain makes my body stronger)

Recently, I was concerned that I was just playing and not training, but even if I didn't bother to, I realized that training in play was not enough.

(This is good. We need to work harder now to build our bodies)

I headed downstairs for breakfast while motivating myself to brush up.

Bear the backpack, hang the potion bag with your shoulder belt and head outside the gate.

I've lined up to get into town, but it seems easy to get out.

Get to the carriage waiting area before the hour.

There are many old men like me. I guess they're all waiting for the carriage.

A moment later, the carriage arrived on time.

This isn't what I pictured as a carriage.

It's more of a bus than a carriage, and it's towed.

The part where the passengers ride is entirely bus or train passenger cars.

The power unit that tows it stands four horses, but this is not a horse.

A golem in the shape of a horse.

First big.

One is about the size of a passenger car.

The head looks taller than a 2t truck roof.

Next, the material, it looks like a cast. The color is black.

When this pulled a passenger car with four heads, it was enough to unintentionally associate a steam locomotive. Exactly. I'm not putting out any smoke.

The carriage left on time as soon as possible.

It's more comfortable than I was ready for.

The road is cobbled, and there's nothing like a big jump.

We arrived at the Inn Town before the evening, talking to the people around us and gently gymnazing in the water drinking area.

The Golem wouldn't need water, I thought, but the passengers needed water to drink and get it out, and it was a water drinking area for that.

"This is the lodging town..."

Quickly, look around town. But it'll be over soon.

On both sides of the street, there are inns, shops, private houses, etc. The house is about 200 meters long, and that's it. Of course there is no whorehouse or anything like that.

Behind the private houses, fields are spread.

"No, really, this, you're just staying. I guess it's a town you have to think about from the carriage itinerary."

There was another carriage coming besides ours.

Probably a flight from Awok to Landburn.

The inn is set. When you book a carriage, it's automatically booked.

Everyone pays for it.

I don't have anything to do, so I'll be in the inn right away.

"Welcome, no uh"

With a strange accent, the old man greets you.

Yeah, he's just an old man everywhere he goes.

Nothing, I'm not biased by the age gender of this world. It's my fault.

When I make a list of men and women by age, the scope for treating an "old man" is very wide for me.

So, most men, they call themselves "old men".

That's suppose to be, check in.

Get a description of the accommodation while you take me to my room.

Glad to hear there's a big bath.

They also eat meals in each room.

Meals after you get out of the bath, which means you decide on the time to have them transported to your room.

So, the old man, he asked me a nice question.

"What do women do when they eat?

(... you're a rice lady!

"Please"

Naturally, I have decided to reply.

"Do you want to be short? Do you want to be long?

Well, it's a word I don't know. I only ask what I don't know.

"Who is Long?

"We will even serve breakfast"

"In the long, then"

I don't care what you get lost in, it's a summary.

"Yes, sir."

Pay eight silver coins as a separate fee.

I asked him if he needed a chip, and he laughed nicely.

There is no mistake that this is necessary.

"Okay, take your time"

I'm in a hurry to ask questions because I don't seem to have finished talking about what's important.

"Um, can't women choose?

The old man made a face that seemed sincerely sorry.

"I'm sorry. In this inn, you cannot choose. We try our best to satisfy you, but for a limited number of minutes, the number of employees is limited."

Indeed, if we had let our guests choose at this scale of accommodation, nothing would come together.

I approach the old man quietly and press a piece of silver coin into his hand.

"Oh, my God, this is..."

The old man looks very happy. Could have been a bit much.

"Well, good to see you."

That's what I said, I walked into the room.

I got out of the bath and went back to my room.

I still have time to eat, so I roll into bed and look at the ceiling.

And think.

(Sometimes it's nice not to be able to choose)

I'm the number one undesignate in the car.

You don't pick the number you like, you look at the number given to you by the Land Transport Authority and you enjoy it.

Still, I'm thrilled.

Insurance was hung up.

Perhaps there will be a superior woman in this inn as well.

I just don't know what type is coming, I'm full of anxiety and anticipation.

I heard a knock.

Next, I brought you a meal, and a voice.

"Yes, go ahead -"

I get out of bed in a hurry.

A waitress came in. It's called a maid.

Not young.

Not young, but quite beautiful.

A slightly tired, one-of-a-kind look and a calm, moist atmosphere go hand in hand with dark, quiet-eyed maid-of-made clothing to give a mourning widow a glow.

Hit it. Nice job, old man.

I was like, "Right?" and I hallucinated the thumbs up.

The next morning, after leaving the inn, I boarded a carriage.

When I put my stuff down and sat deep in my seat, I breathed a small, uh-huh.

I haven't slept much. Today, I'm going to spend some time sleeping in the carriage.

Last night was the night I could feel myself growing up a lot.

I've never had a girlfriend. I, clearly, don't know the details.

I've been playing in time limits so far, I was feeling really, really disappointed.

Different last night, slow, gentle, told me more.

I was often surprised.

Things you've been wrong about, things you've assumed, things you thought were good were actually not good at all, etc.

Teaching was guided and understood, one by one, to untie the tangled and solidified knot.

When I think back to when I was in Japan, I can see how solitary I was, how invisible I was and how I was a naked king.

So embarrassing. Black history. I want to hold my head and get bored.

But at the same time, there was a big thank you for meeting the teacher last night.

The teacher didn't laugh at me like that, until he knew, until he understood, he taught me to repeat myself with guts.

Yeah, if I don't meet my teacher, I'm relieved to think so.

And I think of my parents, my company, who are far from Japan, who I will never see again.

My father, my mother, and everyone, I've come to this world and definitely grew up as a human being. So, so no more, don't worry.

I'm fine. In this world, we will live well.

My cheeks, my tears flow down quietly.

My consciousness slowly sank into the abyss of sleep.