Even though it was a different world, it was not a medieval Western style. It's not like an RPG
Neither cheat ability nor administrator privileges could be used, and I couldn't see my status.
I don't remember being hit by a truck when I came to this world, so of course …If you dare to say, the retro-modern world.
Dense wooden construction, galvanised iron with tiled roof, bare light bulbs and tatami mats. Wooden window frames and wooden telephone poles that are not aluminium. Electric wires stretched around for unknown purposes, an Enamel signboard, and a wooden fence.
In such a "Showa" scene with a fusion of inorganic buildings and factories, giant unidentified machines and buildings. Scenes such as cobblestones and stylish street corners reminiscent of Western Europe from the century before last are mixed.
In addition, you can see and hide the exotic designs of the Middle East and Southeast Asia, and if you look more closely, you can find "something" that seems to have escaped from the world of nightmares.
A strange world where such "nostalgic things" and "unknown things" are mixed that's what I see right now.
And if you close the shoji on the window of your room, you get the illusion of being in an old apartment in the original world or a shrivelled inn.
Speaking of which, can you roughly understand the environment in which I am? Is the technological stage of this world about the 1950s or 1960s?
It's ambiguous about this world or the city where I live.
(To me now, at best, I only know about this city, maybe in the future
Because even this city is weird and all you can't understand)
This is because it is based on a magical thing called "psychic power" rather than electric power.
What is psychic power? How is it different from electric power? Please don't ask me because it's a simple thing for me. At first glance, it looks like a standard light bulb. It shines above me. Naturally, it shines with psychic power. With that in mind, it was different from the light bulbs in the world I remembered.
It feels like it's giving off a mysterious light, maybe just because of its weak output.
So in this house, in addition to the lamp (religious light?), There is also a refrigerator and something like a fan and radio.
(Both are old-fashioned designs like those in museums, and therefore, on the contrary, it feels novel)
I don't know if it's directly related to psychic power, but thankfully the toilet has a flush. Just every time I flush the water, it's fantastic! Gabo! Zuuahhh!.
Please forgive me for making the sound of hell. And because there is magic, Youkai, spirits, and youkai all exist as a matter of course.
If you walk in the dimly lit open field, you will see something black in the corner of your field of vision. And it feels like it disappears.
Also, if you walk around the city, you will occasionally see things that look different from humans.
I walked as a matter of course, and no one made noise. I live in such a city.
By the way, I'm going to talk a lot about this world or this city.
Let's talk about me first.
How did you come to this city? I don't remember. It feels like I've arrived before I knew it while I was lost. As you walk from alley to alley, the scenery around you is. It changes to something nostalgic. Something is wrong, however. It should be nostalgic.
Only the letters on the familiar signboard. It looks strange, as if it were garbled. Yes, of familiar company advertising. It's like looking at a version of a country you don't know.
What's stranger is glimpsed and hidden. After all, something that looks like a person but is not a person. I was walking … So I panicked and ran around and was exhausted.
As soon as it was picked up by a couple who were still indebted. I got help, but at first, I had a hard time.
After all, I can't understand the language. Fortunately, the words used in this city were similar to the original Japanese in the world. I was able to learn it relatively quickly.
Did I have such a linguistic talent? As soon as you want to doubt. This may be the CHEAT ability given to me. That's a joke.
But the written characters and printed matter are good. Regarding conversation, I only occasionally say "Gonyo Gonyo."
who becomes a mother-in-law wears the same costume as her daughter.
(She looks so pretty and young that I can't imagine having a daughter of marriable age.)
I danced, and the old man sang a celebration song. The rest was a banquet. It was an enjoyable and impressive wedding. And about half a year has passed since the newlywed life was peaceful.
Even though it was a newlywed life, we stayed with our parents. It's not much different from before.
One day,
Our parents called us. We sat face-to-face with each other in one room. Then my father-in-law in formal wear said in a mysterious tone.
"It's about time for the—" He wanted to say, but his wife pinched him, making him shut his mouth. He changed the framing of the sentence.
He cleared his throat, looking at the couple, "Are you ready for the hospitality?"
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