Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 18

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Lunch time is over and it’s time to relax.

There are no rules like a one-hour lunch break, but we take a one hour rest.

Our house has no unrest, and I take pride that we have a good family who had good relations with the rest of the village, but even so it’s not people chatting and laughing everywhere.

When you’re talking about our small world (the village life), most people only have weather or work to discuss. So, an hour is usually enough to talk.

Well, when there is nothing to talk about – you might start to talk about something meaningless, and then Sepuru will return the subject to work.

Therefore, I take things slow after lunch. Well, the rule in my house is to perform some trivial task.

“Brother, are you going to help Yap-chi in the afternoon?”

Sepuru asked this while tidying up.

“I don’t mind, but is there something wrong with Yap-chi?”

Three houses down (about 300 meters away considering it’s the countryside) is the one called Yap-chi, who’s a boy about the same age as Sepuru.

His younger brother goes out to collect timber. His mom looks after the field and animals. His old man is a cage making master. Yap is the oldest of their three sons and two daughters who help out. Well, that’s about the average size for a family of mountain dwellers.

“Auntie is about to give birth and so they’ll need some help.”

Well, nights in a country without entertainment are long. I don’t know whether these kinds of things are a daily occurrence, but from overhearing girl talk, nights can be quite hot and exciting.

“Well, it seems like auntie and uncle have been getting bu-ouch!”

In the middle of my words I was hit in the back of the head by mom with some firewood.

“Mom, What was that for?”

I may have a sturdy body but no likes being hit with firewood.

“What are you trying to teach these kids. Seriously, where did you even get that kind of stuff from.”

Oops. Forgot I’m only 10 years old.

Since there’s no school, there is no sex education either, but it’s a “tradition” for those who’ve experienced it to teach the newbies. This apparent custom is not specific to gender.

Well, even with tradition, for a ten-year-old to talk about it is taboo. However, it became habit grow excited when hearing the girls talk.

“Yes, I am sorry.”

Even though I may look like a brat, I am in my mid-50s inside. Though I had lived a crappy life, I did have experience and knew a thing or two about love. In this rural countryside, my puberty and sexual experience are inferior, and with a new life I must live with my new reality as much as possible.

“Well, I’m going to prepare to go out… Oh, Tota. Confirm the presence of the goblins again. Sepuru, I don’t think so, but if you come across a goblin in the village by any chance, make sure to deal with it.”

A short time ago (ah, maybe just today) she’s been able to handle wolves or hogs like they were nothing to her, though her experience in battle is less than Tota. Therefore, I trained them to make sure they deal the death blow twice just in case (the double tap).


I guess I need to go back to work for the afternoon.

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Time and Place – Chapter 10

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Marideen was tossed around like a doll. Her face continued to smack into the ground over and over again as she desperately tried to hold onto anything. There was nothing available. What was happening? The noise was so sudden and loud that her ears were once again deafened. The world around her seemed hollow. Her head throbbed.

She felt consciousness starting to slip from her, only to find the sudden onslaught end as suddenly as it started. A pair of hands grabbed her, lifting her off the ground pulling her away. She started to slap the hands away to keep them off. More hands grabbed onto her. She was caught. The guards had done something to her, and now they were all around her, dragging her into a cell to be tortured.

She struggled to fight back, but the encounter with whatever happened made her feel so weak. Her head throbbed, she could barely hear anything, the world was blurry, and her muscles were like jelly.

“It’s okay sis, we got you,” A voice blazed through, sounding watery and distant.

She couldn’t tell whose it was, or what they were trying to tell her, but she calmed down a bit, letting the hands pull her. Then the trembling started happening again. The ground around her started rumbling, slowly at first, then increasing in severity. She feared being tossed about again, but the hands around her kept her stable and on her feet. Maybe the tremors were not as bad as they seemed.

Something about the shaking and the deep rumble tickled at the back of her memory. Rumbling… Rumble…Rumbler! With a flash of clarity her mind began to understand again. A bomb. Kate’s bomb. She must have been able to set it off so they could escape. Escape!

She glanced around her. Danelle and Berret were holding her. There were several other people around her as well. Markus was there, but she didn’t really recognize anyone else. Her eyes had been open the whole time, but she only just started to see the environment around her and what was going on. The ability to hear seemed to slam back into her at roughly the same time.

“…to get moving as quickly as possible. I don’t think Kate hit the right target. Had she, the whole station would have lost gravity. Either way, escape pods must be activated and I think we can get out of here in the confusion. They should be evacuating all nonessential personnel. Let’s get out the back door and on an escape pod as quickly as possible. I’m afraid we won’t be meeting up with Kate or Beiromon, they are on their own for the moment.” Marideen heard Markus saying.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know if Marideen is alright,” Danelle replied stubbornly.

“I’m okay,” Marideen whispered hoarsely.

Berret, Danelle, and Markus all glanced at her.

“Are you sure? We can stall the guards. Most of them are about as shaken up as you. Most of us were near enough to something to grab, but I saw you get smacked around like a Tarvan housewife.”  Berret asked.

She attempted to use her feet, using Berret as balance a bit more than she would have liked. The world around her still seemed to spin, but not as badly as before. She slowly let go of Berret’s arm, although he had his hands out as if to catch her at a moment’s notice. After a second, she nodded to all of them. Markus audibly sighed in relief. Danelle threw him a scowl over Marideen’s shoulder. Berret grabbed Marideen’s arm again and began tugging her towards the exit at the back of the prison.

“What is this about Tarvan housewives?” Danelle broke in.

“Not the time, Danelle,” Markus let out a growl.

Marideen could now make out they were still in the prison. There were six other people they had released from their cells with the key Marideen had thrown to Markus. They went through the doorway in single file, back into the dark hallway beyond. Markus pulled out a small grenade. Pulling the trigger, he tossed it down the hallway hitting the corner as it landed. Smoke began pouring out of it, quickly filling their view of the corner of the hallway with dark grey smoke.

Markus closed the door, sealing them off from the smoke and putting them back into the almost darkness of the back alley between the holding cells and the storage area.

“I am not sure how long before the smoke wears off before they become bold enough for an attack, but I will try to buy a little time,” Markus mumbled as he quickly worked.

Within seconds, he had a flame torch ignited and was welding the locks shut. The whole process took about a minute. The darkness seemed to help Marideen’s head. She must have been steadier, as Berret removed his hands from her after a bit. When Markus finished his welding, he glanced up with a look of surprise on his face.

“Well don’t just stand there, get going,” He said in a rushed tone, kneeling to put his tools back into the tool case.

His words seemed to have an effect on the whole party, who up until that point still seemed afraid to move.  Marideen, to prove to herself as much as Berret and Danelle, took the lead. The first few steps seemed the most difficult. Once she got her momentum going she felt stronger and more capable.

Berret and Danelle quickly followed her down the dark hallway, staying close in case she fell. Their concern irked her a little bit, yet at the same time comforted her. Each stride grew more confident until she reached the door leading into the artifact holding. Without missing a stride, she opened the door and took a step into the light.

A short woman stood in the middle of the room. She had auburn hair set up in a frizzy mess. She had a small petite face, although her eyes could only be described as hawk-like. She also had a gun trained directly at Marideen. Marideen stifled a gasp at the unexpected sight.

“It would seem that even a group of renegades have interest in my work,” she spoke in a deep Hucton accent that Marideen had some trouble understanding at first. “I assure you, I will die to protect my findings from scum like you.”

Her hands stroked something on the table. Marideen glanced at the table suprised to see the thing the woman was touching affectionately was a man. He laid across the table in a supine position, various tubes and syringes stuck into his arms and legs. A breathing apparatus seemed to be over his face as well.

Noticing Marideen’s appraisal of the man, the strange woman smiled, “Oh, yes… you like my child of time?”

Her fingers stroked down his chest again, as if to claim ownership over him through her immediate contact.

“What is this?” Marideen choked out, unable to come up with any other response.

“A relic, one that will change everything. And one you should have never laid eyes on. I typically prefer to leave the killing to boys with guns, but I seem to be short on them and you seem to be an immediate threat. Bad business, this, I do apologize.”

The intent in the woman’s eyes became clear as she steadied her gun with both hands. Marideen let out a strangled chocking sound as she lifted her arms, almost frozen by the moment. The woman’s eyes narrowed, her finger tightening on the trigger, followed by a sudden loud thunk.

The woman with the gun collapsed to the floor in a heap. Out from behind a container stepped Maximil.

“You sure took your time,” Markus growled pushing through Marideen and Berret from behind, “Why’d you let her through in the first place?”

“I didn’t want to raise an alarm, and I thought she might just leave before you guys got out of here. Then the shooting started and the bomb went off. She started getting agitated and I just couldn’t find a good time to get up behind her without her getting off an alarm. I figured a good distraction was in order… and then you came,” Maximil stated.

Markus grunted and Danelle barked a laugh, slapping Marideen on the shoulder. Marideen, still a little unbalanced, took a step forward before catching herself. Berret went to offer her another hand, but she shook her head quickly.

“Berret!” Maximil exclaimed, a wide smile growing on his face.

Before Berret could say anything, Maximil embraced him in a hug, attempted unsuccessfully to pull him off his feet. Berret wheezed a laugh as Maximil released him.

“Well, it seems like they were feeding you okay in prison, how was the vacation for you?” Maximil chided him.

“Oh, fine, fine. The room service was a bit awful though,” Berret retorted.

“And what of this?” Markus interrupted, having walked over to the man in the middle of the room attached to all the cables and machines.

“Him? She pulled him out of that weird coffin that we saw when we got here,” Maximil nodded to the body of the man while patting Berret on the back.

Marideen walked over to the body in the center of the room while Markus turned to the remaining prisoners.

“Alright, ladies, gentleman, let it be known that you were rescued by the Lancers. You were taken as prisoners unjustly by a corrupt government that must be stopped. They domineer and demand, while we, the people, suffer and have no voice. You are in a position to really make a difference. Some of you have money, others, power. Use your influence and help work to bring about a new regime!” Markus began speaking.

“To your left through this hole, you will find weapons. We will not all stay together; you need not align yourself with a Lancer today. Get out of here, make it to an escape pod, and leave. If you so choose to join our cause, you will be contacted. If you want to live the rest of your life on the run and in fear that your new colony will be the next one taken by the wrongful persecutions of the Taerrans, so be it. I leave the choice of the future up to you, but remember it was the Lancers who gave you that future.”

Two of the freed prisoners grumbled at the end of the speech, but after Markus turned and walked back to the rest of the group, now assembled around the body of the man, they began reluctantly leaving through the hole Markus had indicated. Not a single one decided to stay behind. It looked like none of them would join the Lancers today. Marideen didn’t blame them. To live a life as a renegade and rebel appealed to few who had other choices. Most of them likely would have been out of captivity anyway by the end of the week by some backroom deal. The Lancers had done them no favors.

Marideen turned away as the last man left through the exit she had carved with explosive gel and glanced at the body Markus was examining. She had seen the dead before, and he had too much color to be dead. The color seemed to be steadily returning as whatever machine the woman had him hooked up to worked. Child of time, she had called the young man. Practically a boy really, although in reality he was probably a few years older than she. She might have considered him handsome, had he not seem to have been resurrected from the dead.

He had features that tickled the back of her memory. He had short light brown hair. It was very messy and disorderly. His face was well set with a strong jaw line. His nose fit well on his face, although she always liked a stronger nose. She pulled the air mask off his face. Danelle grunted and Marideen looked up, her examination quickly stopped. A blush overcame her cheeks as she glanced away from Danelle’s mischievous grin.

“I think she wants to keep him,” Berret muttered over to Maximil with a half-smile on his face.

Marideen responded with an elbow to Maximil’s ribs, which quickly turned his laugh into a grunt. He looked at her, a feigned look of hurt on his face as she raised an eyebrow at him. Despite her worst glare, a smile started to grow at the edge of his mouth too.  Marideen fought the urge to shout in frustration.

“As a matter of fact, I think we should take him,” she finally responded nonchalantly.

The smile on Berret’s face was wiped off in a look of surprise. She found it quite satisfactory, actually.

“Well, think about it! She said it was some kind of relic that will change everything. We don’t know what it, or he is…”Marideen began

“Exactly, so we should just leave it as it is,” Markus finished.

Marideen gave him a dirty look before she continued, “As I was saying, we don’t know if this is some kind of genetic engineering marvel, some bioweapon, or something else. So why do we want to let this stay in the hands of Taerrens?”

“So we destroy it. Just light some fuel, start a fire, and burn the thing,” Danelle responded, but Marideen was already shaking her head.

“Setting a sustained fire on a space station is near impossible. And even if we could get one started and going long enough to destroy the body, and even if we could manage to avoid notifying every guard about the fact that we are still here, we would still be destroying someone that we could use to our advantage.”

“Bioweapons aren’t exactly the Lancer’s style,” Maximil spoke up.

“No… but what if this he holds a cure to some disease? What if he is a clone as part of some cloning technology?”

“That’s all just conjecture, we don’t know what it is!” Markus growled.

“Exactly, so we take him now to see if we can get someone to figure it out later.” Marideen explained.

Her four companions continued to look suspiciously at her. Eventually she sighed and began removing needle after needle from the body.

“I’m taking this relic one way or another, so you can either help or you can go,” Marideen grumbled at last.

“Well I am sticking with you,” Danelle said, beginning to help.

Markus shook his head with irritation. “This is the stupidest thing we could be doing right now. Every guard in the station is likely looking for us and you want to waste time dealing with some… some… thing!”

Markus gave Maximil and Berret a look. The glanced at each other before shrugging and joining in. Markus said nothing more but continued to scowl at them as they finished pulling the body away from the rest of the machine. Eventually, they finished separating him and began wrapping the body in sheets.

“Think we can get this gurney through that hole?” Marideen asked Maximil.

After a second, he shook his head. Then, as if an idea popped in his head, he  gave Markus a look. Berret, Marideen, and Danelle turned to him as well, with a hopeful expression on their faces. His scowl deepened. After a few more moments of staring at each of the four of them, he finally threw his hands up, opening up his kit and moved to try to open the hole larger.

Marideen could hear Markus mumble under his breath. Most of his words were inaudible but she distinctly heard “don’t have time for this,” mentioned repeatedly as he worked. He relit the torch and began cutting the edges, a little bit at a time. Each pass seemed to make the hole a centimeter or two wider.

As Markus worked, Maximil and Berret ripped the legs off of the gurney and carried it over. Markus finished and moved aside, putting his tools away as he still grumbled to himself. The hole was wide enough for them to put the gurney through now. Maximil stepped through, pushing the containers covering the hole out of his way.

After picking up the gurney with his arms shoved uncomfortably through the hole, they lined up the gurney. It seemed to slide right through with ease after being properly aligned in the hole. Berret helped Maximil place the gurney on the floor before working his way through the hole as well. Markus came through next, followed by Danelle.

Marideen went through last, trying to replicate what Markus had originally done by pulling a nearby container to cover up the hole. When the job was done to her satisfaction she looked up to see the two men balancing the gurney on the small cart they had initially used for fake dinner transport.

Berret shrugged as she raised an eyebrow at the tipping gurney that only remained upright by the two men’s balancing. Markus took a look at the sight, muttered under his breath, and eventually sighed, walking over and helping the two men balance the unstable gurney.

“This is going to be a hell of a sight,” Berret sighed as overlooked the situation. “I think our one chance of getting out of the place alive is that we look too ridiculous for the guards to believe we are escaping revolutionaries.”

Maximil grunted in an agreement while Markus glowered. Marideen made her way to the door, glancing out into the hallway. The coast seemed clear, so she ushered the men to start pushing. At first the gurney tilted off balance as the men began pushing, but after a few seconds of rebalancing between the three of them they finally got it to stay horizontal on the cart.

“I hope Kate and Beiromon will be alright,” Danelle whispered to herself.

“They will be,” Maximil reassured her, “I trust no one more than Beiromon to get her out of any tight situation.”

“And who says Beiromon won’t be the one who needs saving?” Danelle retorted.

Maximil blinked and glanced over at Danelle, “Well, I…”

“I’m betting,” Marideen piped in, “that Beiromon breaks an ankle or twists a nail and Kate has to carry his sorry butt to an escape pod.”

Maximil chuckled with the girls a bit, “You know, I wouldn’t be too surprised; Beiromon told me he has a bit of a crush on our little pyromaniac. I could see him arranging a whole nurse-patient scenario for his benefit.”

“Really?” Danelle asked, “I didn’t think she was his type.”

The gurney suddenly twisted. Markus lunged to grab the side before it tilted over but missed. The gurney spilled to its side and the body rolled stopping against the side of the wall. Then the unthinkable happened, the body moved. His hand came up and grabbed to the side of the wall he was pressed against. His head looked up as he stared at the five of them. His eyes were wide with fright.

Maximal and Berret already had their weapons trained directly at his midsection.

“Easy now,” Markus said, putting his hands out in both directions, one towards the two Lancers with guns, one towards the recently awakened boy. “Look, we are here to save you.”

The boy stared at him blankly. He then opened his mouth and spoke a few words. Marideen didn’t have a clue what he had just said, but he sounded angry. The five of them stared right back at him. He repeated the words again, his voice taking on an edge of panic. After a second, the strange boy looked to his side, and paused for a second. With a thought, he straightened his back and pointed to himself.

“Darian,” he pronounced slowly and clearly.

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 17

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“Oi, you, its lunch time!”

Oops, I was distracted by the letter.

I this world (era) without television, you could only obtain information by reading letters or books, or by being there yourself.

You can get information from adventurers and peddlers from neighboring countries, but everything outside this continent is an unknown world as expected.

While ships can cross the continent – they do have airships, so there is diplomacy between the continents, but the countryside sees none of these benefits. On the contrary, most people do not even know that airships exist let alone a continent beyond the ocean.

Fortunately, I have my memory from my previous life. It helps us a lot, but since I don’t know that much, I become uneasy when I can’t get information.

Besides, I used to be a media student (from the latter half of my twenties) in my previous life. Television was a close friend.

Until about 5 years old, I was too busy living and getting accustomed to life, partially because I wanted to get a grip on being able to use my three abilities and magic.

Due to the surplus coming out from last year, I began to seek external information.

I obtained a book from the peddler’s daughter, but the book is very expensive, and only this month have I earned enough to get my fifth book. Therefore, I can only get stories I can listen to in a single night.

Therefore, when I received Lar’s letters (since I get it every half year, it’s worth about 3 books in information), it becomes a source of information and entertainment, causing me to forget the time while I read it.

“Sepuru, help mom, Tota, put the baggage of the stuff over there.”

I instructed to pair who had spread Lar’s souvenirs all to the side.

Brother’s orders are absolute (it’s my daily pride). Even if they complain, they’ll follow my instructions.

Quickly gathering the items and putting them in the bag, Tota quickly joined Sapuru in the house as I bundled everything up with barrier.

“Well, what now?”

It is also a problem to carry that amount into the house, and if I put it in the storage warehouse, it’d only clog it up more… Ah, whatever. I’ll just set it aside near the house.

Lar’s country has many great magic users and these gifts – a magical barrier was put on them. Still, they’ll go bad if I don’t fix the barrier.

Once wrapped in a new barrier, I put in front of the house and go inside.

I won’t have to worry about it for the remainder of the morning because the barrier will keep it fresh.

Warming the stew with magic, Sepuru prepared it was a cold boiled egg. The fish from this morning was turned into fish paste, so we used some freshly caught river fish.

We have a wonderful meal for noon.

“Thanks for the meal.”

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 16

School started back up, thus my work progress has slowed a bit. Thanks to all of my patreon supporters. Give me a week or two to get used to the new schedule and I should be able to get back on top of things. Plus this chapter was really long (relatively speaking). I hope he doesn’t make a habit of these 1000+ word chapters.

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Now it’s man time.

Ha? What did I say? I won’t give you any thanks for pointing it out.

I grew tired of doing side jobs, so I took a coffee (pseudo) break while watching the house.

There is not much work left to do and I don’t have any overbearing boss to deal with. I’ll just do what I want when I want to. Hooray to a slow life!

It’s the spring season and there is a mild breeze. It’d be enough to put me to sleep if I laid down.

And just as I was about to lose consciousness, Sapuru spoke up.

“Brother, it’s a migrating dragon!”

Brother? As I look up with my eyes half-closed, I could see seven dragons in a V-shape coming in our direction.

Because I grew up in nature, or perhaps because of my body, my eyesight was as good as the Masai.

“… Oh yeah, I guess it’s about that time…”

These dragons migrate here during the spring from the southern continent. Though they look carnivorous, their staple food consists of an aquatic weed and foliage making them a herbivorous dragon and they don’t do well in the heat.

About 200 kilometers north of here is a gigantic lake (which is about 30 degrees even when at its hottest) that they stay at until they return to the southern continent in the autumn.

The formation of migratory dragons gradually approached here.

As they came close to passing us, only one broke from formation and headed towards us.

Tota was still surprised with his mouth open, but because Sapuru had been watching this spectacle since she was four, she wore a face more like the joy when an old friend came to visit.

While expanding its wings to catch the wind, it landed skillfully.


A dragon the size of an average fight jet hummed in a cute voice.

“Long time no see, Rukuku.”

I didn’t name it. It was named by his other owner.

Since they are smarter than a dolphin, he understands what I am saying, so while wondering about how long it’s last been he shook his head up and down.

“Yes, I’m good, is Lars doing fine, too?”

Rukuku turned towards its back upon hearing that question.

There was a huge leather satchel that could probably fit two people on his back.

“I guess so… even if the months go by.”

I took down the leather satchel.

“You must be strong if you can lug this heavy thing around? Are you sure you’re alright?”

Just because I can carry 5 tons doesn’t mean I don’t feel the weight of it all. I can feel and tell if I’m carrying an egg or a rock, after all.

“Kuru! Kuru!”

It seems to be fine. Okay, then when I leave I’ll give you the same amount.

“Thank you. I’m happy.”

It opened its mouth playfully, even though that mouth was big enough to swallow an adult whole.

“Hey now, how long are you going to play around and make your friend wait for you? When you have a break sometime, come back and play.”

Kuru…Kuru… it sings out a lonely tune before flying back towards its flock. If it doesn’t follow the flock, it would eventually be rejected. It’s sad, but it has to return to the flock.

I pushed a barrier out from my body towards the sky to deliver a final call.

“See you later, Rukuku!”

It responded back by somersaulting twice in the air as it regrouped with its flock heading towards the lake.

Waiting until I could no longer see it, a sigh leaked out as I turned towards the leather satchel.

Interested in the leather satchel more than Rukuku, the two younger ones began looking in the satchel.

“You guys sure are greedy.”

Designed to travel such a long distance on the back of the Migrating Dragons, you can’t just open it. However, these two easily can, even though most adults would have a hard time removing the fastener.

“He really brought a lot of stuff this time.”

I gave them a wry smile as the things kept coming out.

Lars is the prince of the southern continent. He is also my pen-pal.

Why is a Prince a pen-pal of mine, you might ask? It’s your typical letter in a bottle thrown into the sea that was fetched by the dragon and given to the prince kind of story. How am I that lucky? Probably because I barely understood the alphabet and found that drawing on a wooden board allowed me to depict scenes easier, or maybe it’s because I often sent monster figurines attached to Rukuku (with barrier magic, of course) as a way to show friendship.

With that, we annually exchange letters (they’re a large country that uses the same language). Well, souvenirs dominate overwhelmingly.

“Oh, there are a lot of spices!”

“Is this a yellow fruit?”

I’m surprised at what comes out of the tropical country and tilt my neck.

Picking up the wooden box containing the letter reminded me when the end of the year gift was delivered to our house. I opened the contents of the letter.

With the spread of paper (not too shabby of quality too), the interior of the wooden box overflowed with letters. Well, since it is annual, I shouldn’t be so nitpicky. This time there is a cloth-like object tucked inside.

Unfastening the cloth, black-rimmed glasses came out.

“… There are glasses in this world…”

I put the glasses on while shocked with surprise. I guess I don’t need to worry so much.

There is no special change. Looking nearby, the letters caught the attention of my eyes as I am now able to read all the letters smoothly.

Ah, it didn’t take Einstein to figure it out, but I don’t want to get angry here. The letters were written in the southern continent alphabet, yet I can somehow read them now.

I don’t know the formal name, but apparently, these glasses are capable of some kind of automatic translation.

I can imagine a certain sea soldier receiving an auto-translating necklace.

“Super convenient magic.”

My current motto of this world is, “Don’t think, feel.”

I mean, come on, If I think about every little detail of this world, I’d be defeated so many times already.

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Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 1

I’ll try this for a bit and see how it works. This is the first chapter to Tales of an Enchantress. It’s a mature/adult 18+ only “another world” story. I announce here, it is put up on machineslicedbread. This is a sequel to the completed Tales of a Seductress. So read that before you read this. As far as release schedule… it won’t be daily like the last one. Maybe once a week. Let’s go with Wednesdays and see how it goes. I promise nothing.

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 15

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Oh well, that’s it.

Even if I didn’t have all these side jobs, there is plenty of other work to be done.

Since the field is already planted, mom alone is enough. Though I help by plowing the land and harvesting.

For firewood I need to cut down a tree every four days. That takes about 2 hours. Using an air chainsaw, it’s about an hour to cut it down. It’s still an hour even with an axe or a kimono. Then another hour to collect. It takes less than half a day.

When harvesting and drying ramuno, it can get busy. During those times, the ladies in the mountains help, so the time is shortened. Then, they would start some girl talk and I would go do something else. I don’t want to be in the middle of that.

The grandpas and grandmas usually milk the mountain goats so I leave it as it is. The pastor is also left to the other neighbors. But I have to spread fertilizer…

It’s almost time to cut the mountain ram’s fur, but I can get that done in a day using a knife affixed with a barrier to shear the fur.

Tota hunts but can get a lot in only one to three days. Occasionally, I will go hunting, increasing that amount excessively. However, it’s all for helping the other residents of this mountain.

I think its fine to relax and play sometimes, but there is no form of entertainment and no one to play with in the rural countryside.

That doesn’t mean I don’t have any friend. It’s just that there is not much time to play!

The closest village is about five to six kilometers away. It’s half a fishing village and half an agricultural village, so it’s split in two. Each industry has different working times.

For the fishing side, they get up from the moment the sun rises until the evening when they return home.

For the agricultural side, they get up at the same time by finish their work around 8 in the evening. Candles are cheap – so farmers can prioritize their side jobs first and wake up to work even when it’s night/dawn.

Though I said their hours differ it does not mean they don’t keep in touch. The two types of villagers don’t act separately. I called it a half agricultural, half fishing village for a reason, that being the bartering (market) of fishes and vegetables which connect the two sides of the village.

We mountain residents also eat fish, so we trade meat at the market.

But since the village population (around 500 people?) is small, the market is usually finished within an hour so. Afterward, the women meet up and chat.

Also, the men don’t just work on endlessly. They occasionally get together with friends and go out drinking to catch up.

That’s fine for the adults, but they often work and do not have time to play with their children (between 8 and 15 years old). So, the children instead play with other kids near the village.

Some kids in the village are the same age as the kids from the mountains. However, the life for those living in the mountains is rougher than those living in the village.

Even so, since there is not much time to play, friendly relationships form when they talk while sharing in any kind of work.

Still, I find free time.

Using that free time, I built another preservation shelter, a secret base high in the mountain, a secret tunnel leading from the mountain to the sea, and I also built a secret harbor there. Only an idiot like me would dream of doing that. The best time I spent was from building that secret harbor which took 4 days to complete.

Since the villagers don’t know about it, it takes some weight off my shoulders.

And so I uneventfully completed by side jobs.

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