I woke up suddenly.
It was almost as if I was having a shallow dream.
But if it were a dream, the river of images would continue to flow slowly.
But, it was somehow different.
I just feel like I’m vaguely there.
Is this a new kind of dream? I don’t know if it’s a new kind of dream or a deep dream that I’ll forget when I wake up.
And then there is something else, I also feel this vaguely present.
I feel as if it is speaking to me.
It’s not as clear as words.
It’s like I’m asking myself a question in my head.
“Invited one. You are now dead, and only your soul is here.”
I’m being told something out of the blue, but I can’t get my mind to think about it.
I couldn’t even ask him back because I felt like I was wandering from one side to the other.
After a while, my consciousness finally became clearer.
The thing that had been talking to me was just there, but it didn’t say anything.
As my consciousness became clearer, I was finally able to ask back.
“You’re saying I’m dead?”
“Yes.”
“What was the cause of death?”
“I don’t know the cause or effect of your soul being removed.”
“You don’t know the reason, but you know I’m dead, have you seen my body?”
Even though I asked in return, I think it’s a worthless question and answer.
But even if I wanted to leave, I don’t have a clear feeling of my body at all.
In other words, I have no choice but to keep asking and answering.
I’m sure I’ll lose consciousness or wake up soon.
“This is a different world than the one in which your soul was attached to your body. I can scoop up your soul that has been removed, but I have no way of knowing why you’re soul was removed.”
Hey, hey, am I reincarnating in another world in a dream?
I know a little about it, but I don’t remember reading it enough to dream about it.
“Why’d you drag my soul thing?”
“Because It is necessary for the adjustment of my world.”
It’s a cliche story, but dreams can’t give you more than you can imagine.
I wanted to sigh at my own lack of imagination, but I had to ask my imagination some questions.
“Why do you need souls from other worlds to make adjustments?”
“Those who are born from the souls that travel around our world can only draw on the powers prescribed by the order. Those born of souls from other worlds are different.”
“If you don’t bring in soul from the outside, will the world go crazy? And isn’t a world that can’t be adjusted without a soul from another world a defective one?”
It seems to me that we are talking about a world that is subtly disappointing.
Isn’t it strange that the world is not self-sufficient in the first place?
“That’s my world, and it’s the right thing to borrow power from the other world on a regular basis.”
It’s a world based on the premise of reincarnation into another world?
It’s just too convenient.
In addition, it’s a regular basis thing.
If you’re the Creator, you’re unreliable.
“You created that kind of world?”
I couldn’t deny that I felt a sense of dismay.
When I’m awake, I can fake my emotions and have a conversation.
But in my dreams, it seems like I can’t do that, and my emotions come out as they are.
“I am not a creator god, and the maker of this world is already gone.”
“So you can’t fix the system because you’re not the creator?”
“All I can do is to change the way my consciousness relates to the world. I can only alter the souls that are born, and scoop up souls from other worlds.”
“If that’s the case, why don’t you just scoop up other souls and bring me back. The story smells fishy to me. I have a feeling something bad will happen if I agree to this.”
If it’s a dream, you can go straight to another world and do whatever you want.
But I don’t like the fact that they are suspicious and require maintenance of defective products.
“It takes a certain amount of strength to scoop up a heavy soul, and there is no time to start over. And I can only scoop them up.”
This guy just said something irresponsible.
“What if I say no?”
“A soul outside the circle will eventually disappear, and it will only stay here.”
So it comes with threats, thank you very much.
I want to punch him, but I can’t see him.
I don’t even politely feel like I have a body.
If this dream is the result of my imagination, it’s really annoying.
I guess my personality is a little too bad.
There’s no choice, but I can’t get over it.
I decided to question it thoroughly like a Narrow reviewer.
“Why me, a Japanese? If you’ve done this so many times, they must be all Japanese and alone, right?”
“I don’t know what it means to be Japanese, but the place your soul is drifting to is not connected to the gods of the other world. Therefore, the world can be adjusted without the influence of the gods of the other world. The colors of the souls I’ve scooped up so far have been almost the same. Single people are easy to scoop up because they have a weak sense of clinging to their original world.”
Are souls colored by race, thought patterns, etc., and this guy can see them?
He also said that married people or those with children would be more difficult to scoop up.
“I think there are a lot of people whose marriages are falling apart, and they don’t want to go through with it.”
“If there are too many people involved, even if the person themselves don’t cling, other souls will become entangled and difficult to scoop up.”
Some people say that married life is a prison, but does it have chains attached to it as well?
The expression “scooping up” is like scooping up goldfish, and it makes me uncomfortable.
The reality seems more like fishing.
And while the bond with God is somewhat predictable, but …… I guess I’ll confirm it.
“What happens when you scoop up someone with the thickest bond with God?”
“The God of the other world’s order does not fit my world. If the soul’s bond is strong enough, the power of the God of the other world will reach my world. And then, conflict with the God of the other world will occur.”
It’s troublesome that the power of the former God will reach here when they are deeply religious.
“I know it’s good to be less religious, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a Japanese person.”
“A thin soul is easily influenced by gain and will only wreak havoc on our world. A flexible soul that is in harmony with others is desirable for the maintenance of the world.”
Do you see it as appropriate for Japanese people to emphasize harmony rather than putting their own interests first, even in as an official stance?
It seems that he doesn’t want it to be destroyed as a result of releasing alien species like black bass.
He doesn’t like expressions like “color”, “thin”, and “flexible”.
Does he think that people’s souls are like colored slime fish?
Even if it is fishing, it is unpleasant.
“I’m sure there are plenty of other races that fit the bill.”
“Drifting souls tend to attract the same kind. It is possible to scoop them up individually, but in that case, the power of the soul is weak.”
I see, if you want to catch a certain fish, you have to go to a place where there are a lot of fish ……
And the more specific your aim, the more difficult it will be to catch a big one.
It’s like a game.
My game brain is at its peak.
But is my soul really that heavy? I don’t really feel it at all.
Or do you just want me to think of myself that way?
And I’m still not awake ……
I just hope I wake up quickly.
I want it to be over before my self-disgust gauge reaches its maximum.
But what if I really am dead, there’s nothing I can do about it though.
I’m starting to get a little nervous now…
I woke up suddenly.
It was almost as if I was having a shallow dream.
But if it were a dream, the river of images would continue to flow slowly.
But, it was somehow different.
I just feel like I’m vaguely there.
Is this a new kind of dream? I don’t know if it’s a new kind of dream or a deep dream that I’ll forget when I wake up.
And then there is something else, I also feel this vaguely present.
I feel as if it is speaking to me.
It’s not as clear as words.
It’s like I’m asking myself a question in my head.
“Invited one. You are now dead, and only your soul is here.”
I’m being told something out of the blue, but I can’t get my mind to think about it.
I couldn’t even ask him back because I felt like I was wandering from one side to the other.
After a while, my consciousness finally became clearer.
The thing that had been talking to me was just there, but it didn’t say anything.
As my consciousness became clearer, I was finally able to ask back.
“You’re saying I’m dead?”
“Yes.”
“What was the cause of death?”
“I don’t know the cause or effect of your soul being removed.”
“You don’t know the reason, but you know I’m dead, have you seen my body?”
Even though I asked in return, I think it’s a worthless question and answer.
But even if I wanted to leave, I don’t have a clear feeling of my body at all.
In other words, I have no choice but to keep asking and answering.
I’m sure I’ll lose consciousness or wake up soon.
“This is a different world than the one in which your soul was attached to your body. I can scoop up your soul that has been removed, but I have no way of knowing why you’re soul was removed.”
Hey, hey, am I reincarnating in another world in a dream?
I know a little about it, but I don’t remember reading it enough to dream about it.
“Why’d you drag my soul thing?”
“Because It is necessary for the adjustment of my world.”
It’s a cliche story, but dreams can’t give you more than you can imagine.
I wanted to sigh at my own lack of imagination, but I had to ask my imagination some questions.
“Why do you need souls from other worlds to make adjustments?”
“Those who are born from the souls that travel around our world can only draw on the powers prescribed by the order. Those born of souls from other worlds are different.”
“If you don’t bring in soul from the outside, will the world go crazy? And isn’t a world that can’t be adjusted without a soul from another world a defective one?”
It seems to me that we are talking about a world that is subtly disappointing.
Isn’t it strange that the world is not self-sufficient in the first place?
“That’s my world, and it’s the right thing to borrow power from the other world on a regular basis.”
It’s a world based on the premise of reincarnation into another world?
It’s just too convenient.
In addition, it’s a regular basis thing.
If you’re the Creator, you’re unreliable.
“You created that kind of world?”
I couldn’t deny that I felt a sense of dismay.
When I’m awake, I can fake my emotions and have a conversation.
But in my dreams, it seems like I can’t do that, and my emotions come out as they are.
“I am not a creator god, and the maker of this world is already gone.”
“So you can’t fix the system because you’re not the creator?”
“All I can do is to change the way my consciousness relates to the world. I can only alter the souls that are born, and scoop up souls from other worlds.”
“If that’s the case, why don’t you just scoop up other souls and bring me back. The story smells fishy to me. I have a feeling something bad will happen if I agree to this.”
If it’s a dream, you can go straight to another world and do whatever you want.
But I don’t like the fact that they are suspicious and require maintenance of defective products.
“It takes a certain amount of strength to scoop up a heavy soul, and there is no time to start over. And I can only scoop them up.”
This guy just said something irresponsible.
“What if I say no?”
“A soul outside the circle will eventually disappear, and it will only stay here.”
So it comes with threats, thank you very much.
I want to punch him, but I can’t see him.
I don’t even politely feel like I have a body.
If this dream is the result of my imagination, it’s really annoying.
I guess my personality is a little too bad.
There’s no choice, but I can’t get over it.
I decided to question it thoroughly like a Narrow reviewer.
“Why me, a Japanese? If you’ve done this so many times, they must be all Japanese and alone, right?”
“I don’t know what it means to be Japanese, but the place your soul is drifting to is not connected to the gods of the other world. Therefore, the world can be adjusted without the influence of the gods of the other world. The colors of the souls I’ve scooped up so far have been almost the same. Single people are easy to scoop up because they have a weak sense of clinging to their original world.”
Are souls colored by race, thought patterns, etc., and this guy can see them?
He also said that married people or those with children would be more difficult to scoop up.
“I think there are a lot of people whose marriages are falling apart, and they don’t want to go through with it.”
“If there are too many people involved, even if the person themselves don’t cling, other souls will become entangled and difficult to scoop up.”
Some people say that married life is a prison, but does it have chains attached to it as well?
The expression “scooping up” is like scooping up goldfish, and it makes me uncomfortable.
The reality seems more like fishing.
And while the bond with God is somewhat predictable, but …… I guess I’ll confirm it.
“What happens when you scoop up someone with the thickest bond with God?”
“The God of the other world’s order does not fit my world. If the soul’s bond is strong enough, the power of the God of the other world will reach my world. And then, conflict with the God of the other world will occur.”
It’s troublesome that the power of the former God will reach here when they are deeply religious.
“I know it’s good to be less religious, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a Japanese person.”
“A thin soul is easily influenced by gain and will only wreak havoc on our world. A flexible soul that is in harmony with others is desirable for the maintenance of the world.”
Do you see it as appropriate for Japanese people to emphasize harmony rather than putting their own interests first, even in as an official stance?
It seems that he doesn’t want it to be destroyed as a result of releasing alien species like black bass.
He doesn’t like expressions like “color”, “thin”, and “flexible”.
Does he think that people’s souls are like colored slime fish?
Even if it is fishing, it is unpleasant.
“I’m sure there are plenty of other races that fit the bill.”
“Drifting souls tend to attract the same kind. It is possible to scoop them up individually, but in that case, the power of the soul is weak.”
I see, if you want to catch a certain fish, you have to go to a place where there are a lot of fish ……
And the more specific your aim, the more difficult it will be to catch a big one.
It’s like a game.
My game brain is at its peak.
But is my soul really that heavy? I don’t really feel it at all.
Or do you just want me to think of myself that way?
And I’m still not awake ……
I just hope I wake up quickly.
I want it to be over before my self-disgust gauge reaches its maximum.
But what if I really am dead, there’s nothing I can do about it though.
I’m starting to get a little nervous now…
