Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Oh, shit, Dari, no.

The chief is angry about my attitude like an idiot when he says this is the station home.

Somehow, I even feel sorry for you.

They don't want to apologize to customers about mistakes that aren't supposed to have anything to do with me or how they listen to me.

A mistake is a miscommunication of the delivery date of a product to be delivered.

When I asked why the mistake had occurred, the customer first confirmed the delivery date to me.

So, when I checked with the people in the production control department, I just told them exactly what the person in charge told me.

So, the responsibility lies with the wrong production control personnel, which I don't think I have.

That's what this belly-up chief...

"Why did you wonder and fail to confirm at the time such a date came out in the first place"

And mad.

It's not my job to make sure, and I'm not getting paid that much.

Oh, the train's gone.

The next train is blunt, and we have to wait till that next train. What the hell?

It's also rude to wait at home for 15 minutes listening to this old man's novel.

Well, if you just stand quietly. You'll feel better one of these days.

The old man.

"Seems like it's no use telling you any more."

He said and cut me off.

It's the usual pattern.

Ha, if you can do it on your neck.

I don't give a shit about HR rights when I'm the first section president.

By and large, I joined the company at the behest of my father's cousin, Mr. Blue Village (who is our director) (...).

When he was younger, Mr. Blue Village couldn't even lift his head to my father because he took considerable care of my uncle, who was my father's brother.

College is the only place I stay, but I was admitted on active duty.

Antislip City Literature University because I don't like wandering around like you? Is that it?

Yamanashi or some country college guy didn't do it in the first place.

It's like having a DQN high school student from Kanto, isn't it? Anyway.

My college can't compare to a school I've never even heard of.

Anyone locally knows when I say private South Asian University.

The bus route is also quite famous in Akita.

I also interact with famous universities in Korea and China.

Admitted to a place like that without an exam on a recommendation, I can call it excellent.

I've studied economics there, and I think it would be nice if you could just work with me.

If you regret it, go to national public college or so and then let me preach.

Remember, corporate animals.

I was expected by Mr. Blue Village when I joined the company.

"Masao-kun, I'll have you under our best Marooka. He certainly had a faculty license, so it would be just fine to teach you. [M] Loading everything is most important. Like training well for a few years. Promotions and all that."

This is what I said when I asked when I could be an executive.

So in a couple of years, it's my turn to preach to you as deputy director or general manager.

I really don't like this old man of a company animal much.

I always feel bad about all the work and customer talk during working hours, all the work.

Even before this, I didn't even ask how to communicate the custom order processing internally, so I was just a little behind on it for a couple of days, and I've been pointing it out in detail since the next morning that I heard some things wrong once a few months ago about entering a special order.

You're my stalker.

In the first place, I'm not interested in sales field work.

I generally tell them not to say why, and I try to force them to apologize to me that I'm not directly bad.

Why do I have to keep my head down on my customers when I'm not so bad?

The second word is like putting the muscle through or whatever you're talking about is cheap yakuza.

I'm the executive candidate the board expects.

Even last week I tried to order overtime after 15 minutes of work.

Sure, if I process my order that day, the delivery time for one day will be quicker than the next morning, but isn't that all?

With all these old men, the Japanese economy has become weaker. I learned it in college.

After 18: 00, an Osaka guest is coming on a business trip to the side of the company, and just because I'm staying today, why do I need to hang out with booze?

You should drink as much as you like just the guy who wants to drink something.

Why should I go for a drink with a guy who's not even my friend?

Do you want to look great and luxurious or do you just want to hit the big guy?

In general, how are you going to take responsibility if a tavern is filled with cigarette smoke and also has lung cancer with second-rate smoke?

After that, it's sex, anyway.

How much do you think you can buy new novels, cartoons, Blu-ray or Preste games for the money you spend on booze like that or sex?

Finally, Hatsune arrived. It would be healthier to watch a novel from another world reincarnation on a smartphone. Make him like it while he's on the move. But you're an idiot for this "If you're a man, you have to go for a sex king". Why bother with condoms that seem difficult, even if it's good to make rubber in different worlds? I don't know what that means. Mostly, the main character hasn't been able to use a condom yet. Am I supposed to tell you that the protagonist is annoying? I can't even tell you how to aspire to a sex king as a virgin. I'm a virgin, too. I'm not interested in 3D. If you want to hang out with me, go inside the monitor and tell me.

Ah? Are you floating in the universe with your old man?

What the hell happened? An accident? I cried out while I thought. What the hell, this voice. Is that my voice? I can't believe I cried. Ever since I enrolled in college, my brother's classmate junior high school in Gaussen cut me loose.

The situation is getting better and better. Apparently, I've been in a situation like that of a common genre protagonist in web novels such as Let's Be a Literary Boy. It's reincarnation. It's still unclear whether it's a different world or somewhere on the real earth, but it would be a different world from furniture and homemaking. But some words seem to be English, and it could be somewhere on Earth.

Six months went by, and gradually the words were only heard, but I remembered. It seems this place manages to be even more sooo deep in the realm of the great aristocracy. The village's name is Wenville. It doesn't feel so wealthy, but it doesn't feel so poor. No, from my senses, I'm poor, but at least I can satisfy my meal. Even the real planet rots in poorer places than here... there were other than humans. This is not Earth.

A different world reincarnation? You sure about that?

Is there magic or something?

Or do you go home with the knowledge of the modern planet?

Recently, the adults have often said something about Valiola.

At first I thought it was a person's name, but apparently not.

I used to say that I burned down and eradicated the last village that emerged from every person who lived there.

What is it?

While I was doing that, I found out who Variola and I were.

It was a sick name.

They said there were patients in this village.

But soon the lord resolutely burned down the patient's home alive.

To be honest, I was horrified.

My family also said it was terrible on the surface, but in the house, I can tell it's horrible.

Yeah, you have no choice, do you?

Variola sounds like an infectious disease.

I guess the lord responded correctly, whether criticized or not.

The whole family is ill.

Did you catch a cold all the time? I have a fever, and I have a terrible headache.

The day after I started feeling sick.

I'm already back on track.

My mother looks at me and screams.

What the fuck?

That night, it turned out why.

Because you saw my three older brothers.

I have a few rashes-like rashes on my face.

What is it? Do I have one, too?

If you touch my face, it looks like there are many things I can do on my face.

My parents, who saw my brother's face, are blue.

Variola.

Sounds like a symptom of that infectious disease.

"No more, I'm packing my bags this evening and running off into the back of the mountain one or eight nights," my father says.

My mother also said, "Right. We'd already be Valiola too... and if we manage to escape and heal, we'll have to go back," he said, starting to pack his stuff.

Even when it comes to luggage, getting dressed is a little bit as much food as is possible. My mother holds me and carries my brother in a cage. My father loads his luggage high in his backpack, just like his mother, and lowers his bag with as much luggage as he can hold in both hands.

I left the village in the shade of the night.

Looks like he walked the mountain all night, resting many times along the way. I slept and woke up.

I managed to find just the right tree cave and put my mother and us kids to bed in it.

My father collected dead leaves by the tree and lay there.

The whole family had made things out of their faces and bodies.

Appears to be a disease called Variola for sure.

He has another fever, and it would help if he could even get through that, and he won't get infected again.

Fathers and mothers in a state of well-being are keen to collect dead leaves and cut branches to create an environment where they can easily spend time.

The first thing in my body started to tear. The pus and the blood seep, and they become high fever.

Next, the symptoms unfolded for my brother and my parents.

Floating with fever, I'm not even sure if it's day, night, still alive, or already dead.

For whatever reason, I was blind because something was crushed.

The pain runs all over my body and my breathing is painful.

Because of the high fever, consciousness is not clear.

Oh, my God, he said that, too.

Even Valiola said that all four families can be helpful.

Even if he dies, he seems to have at most three out of ten onset patients.

Besides, children are relatively helpful.

I'll be fine.

I'm lucky enough to reincarnate the other world somehow.

I'm sure I can help.

I'm gonna be okay.

That'll help.

I'm sure.

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