Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

By the time I left the store, it was past 6pm.

For a restaurant, it's time to put it in, and you'll want some manpower.

But these days I've been blatantly reduced in shifts, so I'm often sent home at peak time.

You're an unusable clerk.

I think it might be time to fire you here... and walk down the road, exhaling white breath.

The air in January is cold. Early in the New Year, the atmosphere will do everything in its power to reject me.

Even the city, you see, must be neglecting my existence.

Unfamiliar signs. Chain store I don't know. Pop songs you'll hear from the store, never heard of.

Everything in my eyes was foreign and everything in my ears was uncomfortable.

I feel like I have no place to be. No, I can't feel it. Actually, no.

While I was in the other world, the world was completely different.

He traveled from Japan in 2000 and returned in 2017.

I feel like Taro Urashima.

I hear that your phone has a computer-compatible performance, that you've been unplugged by China by GDP, and that it's a nuclear accident with universal cells, so you're no longer back on another world line?

to the condition.

It's not the home I know.

No one knows what I'm doing.

I'm alone.

The only salvation is about a smartphone game.

Social games, apps, the ones they call.

I was totally supporting it, consuming pounding and stamina as long as I had time.

I'm surprised that I can now play the content of the standby console level on my mobile device.

I'm just curious to know that if I do, I'll be inducing billing more intensely.

I guess the gaming industry is desperate to survive, too.

How dare you show your life cliff habits right now, worrying about big corporations.

I don't think so.

I don't want to think about it anymore.

I want to shelf everything about my future and spend it talking about politics on online bulletin boards and charging smartphones.

If you look seriously for a job, maybe my physical abilities can do a lot of things.

But I can't do it anymore. My temper has shriveled. You don't deserve to do anything big to me.

I'm sorry, Elsa.

I can't save you.

I killed him.

This is how I make amends for living in poverty in my hometown.

So forgive me.

I will continue to hurt myself.

When I think of the sins I've committed in that world, my vision still creeps in.

I'm sure you must be creepy around watching a sudden crying jerk out on the street.

No, we have to go somewhere unpopular.

I rushed into a nearby building in a hurry.

I didn't see it very well because I was wiping my eyes, but from the noisy electronic noise, it looks like I went into Gaussen.

It's good for you.

Old man was playing alone here, and nobody cares.

I sat on a gauge counter in the corner and took my smartphone out of my pocket.

Launch your favorite app to change your mood.

"Idlemaker Princess Live!"

With a glitzy animated voice, the title call begins.

Producing beautiful girls for top idols, it's a rhythm game.

This is how I use my salary, where I contribute.

As soon as I bought the smartphone, I met this guy by looking at the sales rankings and stuff.

Truth be told, I also saw a lot of medieval fantasy-style RPGs.

Or that was the most popular genre.

But I didn't feel like playing at all.

Anyway, until a little while ago, I was really slaughtering and killing myself in that world.

Ugh, I'm already hungry.

The way you hold this sword, you can't cut it properly.

This is how it happens, and I can't enjoy it.

Is this what it feels like when Ruji-san from his service experience sees a military work?

Compared to that, I am very healed by worldviews that have nothing to do with me, polygon model idols.

"... you're adorable..."

I look at the screen with a touch of champagne and tap.

There are girls with long black hair dancing fine.

He moves his slender body so hard, he invites me to charge more.

Lots of dark hair.

Sleek limbs.

Unexpectedly.

All the idols I organize into units in the game are somewhere similar to Elsa.

He had beautiful dark hair, too, and was in a smooth shape.

He wanted the game to see a woman he'd never seen again before he realized it.

I can't help but be miserable, stupid.

"... shit"

What's wrong with that?

You'll never forget it.

I gave myself an excuse to hold the side of my smartphone.

"Kashari" sounds shooting and the idols' decision poses are saved.

Only when depressed can you watch Sukshaw.

From cute to adorable, it is more invigorating and invigorating.

I wonder how it was taken.

I just flicked the screen, and "Hey old man," he called me from behind.

It was the voice of a young woman.

Except for Dos' resourceful voice.

Are you calling me that?

Reflectively, face in the direction of your voice.

"... Elsa?

And doubt my eyes.

Because there was a woman there that I loved in another world and was supposed to have killed with this hand.

Straight black hair with stretched hips.

Makeup with a neat face and a smooth application.

From Blazer's uniform, which is only slightly worn apart, a slightly modest valley peeks into his face.

Yes, in uniform.

So this isn't him. A very similar red person.

Elsa's high school girl spoke out again when I was being taken away.

"You just saw my pants, and you took a picture. Thought you didn't notice?

That's amazing. Even though they are Japanese, do some kids look so close to different worlds?

I fall in love unexpectedly.

She's an incredible level girl.

Even if you want to be an actress and be an idol, you can do enough.

You came with Tin. If I'm really an entertainment producer, I'm giving you my business card here now.

"Are you listening to people? creepy"

As I tripped my thoughts, the brunette high school girl made her voice even more absurd.

It's a bad habit to go back to the other world.

I'm used to growling at dragon augs, and I feel like a bell bug howling.

If you don't talk to me pretty loud, uh, are you mad right now? It will be.

"What can I do for you?

"You took it in my skirt on a smartphone, didn't you? I know that right away."

"There's no way. Look, I was playing a game."

Show your smartphone screen to a high school girl who looks crunchy.

What do you think of watching a music video of a beautiful girl polygon shaking her chest and dancing?

The girl's reaction was:

"... kimo"

was.

truncated in one word.

After all, even in 2018, is geek culture not compatible with young girls?

This kind of thing doesn't change, it makes me strangely happy.

It's Japan I know. I don't care what you think. It's not a happy occasion.

If you still find something that doesn't change, you're just a little relieved.

That's how I miss the old days, and a bunch of high school students came from behind the prickly corner.

Five boys and two girls.

He always has brown hair or gold. I am piercing my ears and nose to see if this is still the case.

Everyone wore their uniforms sloppily and collapsed, creating an air that went off diagonally to the Yankee course rather than the one above the school karst......

"What are you doing, Rio?

"I was stealing this guy. Maybe I didn't, but I don't care. You're an old geek, so you're doing something wrong."

"Seriously? Yabe, that's him"

I see. This high school girl, she's called Rio.

Isn't she cute to the name?

It looks good on you, snorts on its own.

Of course, that's just my fucking head, but I know what's going on right now.

I'm guessing the Beauty Bureau is about to start doing something close to a scabbard.

And when he is ready for it, he snorts.

Because you used to kill Cyclops with your bare hands and use them as barbecue ingredients, when you were over there.

Japanese high school students couldn't have freaked out.

A big boy grabbed me by the shoulder when I boiled my business down to that attitude.

He's an ill-eyed boy with piercings open all over his face. I even put it on my eyebrows and lips.

My face and piercing holder, am I wrong? That wouldn't be a place to play with holes.

"Let's go out, old man. You want to go back?... Come quickly."

Pierced boy urges me with his jaw.

It's not an atmosphere where we can do something about it.

I can't help it. I'll be out in a while, or I'll ring my neck.

But before you do, check the power ratio.

"... Status Open"