episode_0002

It often appears in web novels.

Stories about being hit by a truck and flying to another world, or being reincarnated in a novel you were reading.

I thought it was just a story in a novel.

Until I experienced this myself.

“Why does this happen?”

Has it been about two hours since I woke up?

Since I didn’t have a watch, I couldn’t tell how much time had passed.

If we calmly look back on past events…

“I shook the bell and got hit by lightning…”

It was also struck by lightning in a dry sky.

When I woke up, I thought I had been struck by lightning and died.

But soon the pain I felt throughout my body passionately represented that I was alive.

I was very fortunate to have survived being struck by lightning.

As soon as I thought about that, my head started hurting like it was going to explode.

The real problem was this.

My head kept pounding because of unidentifiable memories.

“So….I’m a guy named Chris, right?”

Why do you believe in memories that suddenly come to you?

This was because the face reflected in the water was clearly not my face.

Pure white hair and blue eyes.

A face as white as your head.

Distinct facial features.

Except for the fact that his brown hair had turned white, his face was exactly the same as that of the person named Chris in his memory.

When I lowered my head, my whole body started to hurt again.

It wasn’t just the original body that was struck by lightning.

This man named Chris, who was in the mountains, was also struck by lightning.

It wasn’t my body, but the pain was the same.

“…I’ll fall behind.”

I was screaming that my whole body was in pain.

Wood-duk-

After stretching and relaxing, I took out the item from my waist and held it in my hand.

“Is this the bell?”

I wonder what it’s made of. It’s a thin, blue stick the length of your forearm.

On top of it were three blue bells of the same material.

It seemed like this bell was probably the owner of the sound I heard before being struck by lightning.

“Is it like a privilege from another world?”

Still, I thought they gave me a bell instead of a status window because I was a shaman in name.

I had seen ghosts, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a different world, so the bells that suddenly appeared were not that surprising.

Its appearance was mysterious and it suited my taste perfectly.

I unconsciously moved my wrist to shake the bell, but it froze before I could make a sound.

Startle.

“Isn’t it going to be lightning again?”

Since I had already shaken the bell once and was struck by lightning, it was quite possible.

Sigh.

When I looked up, the sky was ridiculously clear.

There wasn’t a single cloud.

okay. The sky was exactly like that when I was struck by lightning.

“……”

If I get hit one more time, will I be able to return to the original world?

I moved my wrist carefully and shook the bell once.

rattle –

As soon as the sound rang, I looked up at the sky, but nothing happened.

“That’s right. It’s not easy to be struck by lightning.”

That being said, it was a bell with a very clear sound.

rattle –

rattle –

It was a mysterious sound.

The words bright and elegant fit perfectly.

rattle –

There were three bells, but there was only one sound.

The tingling taste of the hand was exquisite.

rattle –

rattle –

rattle –

As I shook the bell as if I was possessed, I felt a mysterious sensation.

“Crazy…..”

I was receiving training to become a formal shaman.

However, it seemed like the god who connected with me was not an ordinary person.

rattle –

A very huge, warm and cozy feeling.

As that presence grew, my mind became dizzy.

I was falling deeper and deeper into it.

The moment when my mind was fading away.

The bell that was shaking urgently stopped.

It seemed like this could only go so far for now.

“Phew…..”

While trying to receive God, you ended up receiving the God of another world.

Although it was unusual, I never thought it would be like this.

“First…I guess I should go home.”

Fortunately, Chris’s memory was intact.

An orphan who lost his parents during the war.

A commoner who has finally become an adult and is settling down by hunting.

He was not a hero, nor was he the protagonist of a novel, but an ordinary person.

That was Chris, and now it was me.

“First of all, let’s ask for water…um?”

Unlike the original world, the water is crystal clear.

Where my face was clearly reflected, something other than me was also reflected there.

A monster with green skin and big teeth.

“Fuck…surprise…”

I quickly turned my body back and reflexively raised the bell, but soon after, I slowly lowered my raised arm.

“Oak….?”

It wasn’t an ordinary orc.

To be exact, it was an orc ghost that had already died.

“Damn….is the first thing you do after being reincarnated in another world is meeting an orc ghost?”

When I looked closely, I saw that the spiritual energy was quite strong.

It seemed like he was probably an orc with a lot of accomplishments among orcs.

“What are you looking at?”

Even though I was already distraught, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed because I saw not just a ghost, but an orc ghost.

How can I see ghosts even if I am possessed in another world?

“Can you go to a temple?”

Even after speaking several times, the orc ghost did not respond.

They just look at me with a curious face.

It seems like he doesn’t even know he is being seen.

Most ghosts were like that.

Because it’s natural that normal humans can’t see them.

I spoke again, kindly pointing at the orc.

“Go away?”

– …..?

“Okay. you. Go. Over there!”

Only then did the orc, who realized that he was looking at him, open his eyes and point blankly at himself with his finger.

I muttered something as if I was saying something, but there was no way it could be conveyed.

This is because it was not a soul that could talk to a living person.

“Don’t be foolish and go quickly. You can’t talk anyway.”

– ……

An orc tries to make conversation by making hand gestures as if he is frustrated.

There seemed to be some sort of reason.

“Ha…..”

He’s not even a person, but a monster’s ghost, so what’s the point of letting go of his resentment?

“Tsk….this damn guy….”

As I ignored it and turned around, an orc slid in front of me.

“How are you?”

– …..

“Do you want to get hit with a bell?”

– …..

When I lifted the bell, the orc flinched slightly as if he knew that the bell was not normal.

“Go before you get hit?”

In fact, there was no way to hit the ghost with a bell right now.

If that were possible, why would you perform a ritual and use an amulet?

I go around hitting them with bells and knives.

– @%$@%#&@

The orc still followed me.

As if it was sliding backwards while facing me as I walked.

“Wow….Check this out! Hey, doesn’t it turn off?”

I swung the bell in my hand towards the orc as if chasing away a ghost.

Whistling –

“Go away!”

Whistling –

My whole body hurt and I wanted to go home quickly, so I swung the bell, but an unexpected result occurred.

Bwaaak-!

rattle –

– &%$#@# !!!!

“How are you? Why is this correct again?”

Seeing him holding his head in pain, it looks like he’s in quite a bit of pain.

“It really doesn’t seem like an ordinary item… Anyway…”

You mean hit with a bell?

“You should have gone when I told you to go.”

The orc rolled his eyes as if he was anxious at the sight of me approaching while fiddling with the bell.

“You are behind. No…it’s already behind.”

That was the beginning.

The first time in my life I started beating up ghosts.

Bah!!

rattle –

Pow!

rattle –

“Hey~ Go away, you bastard!”

Still, he appeared quite professional, perhaps because he had spent years training to become a shaman.

“Huh~”

Bah!!

“Good!”

Bah!

– %$@# !!!

rattle –

“Go away!! What? Doesn’t this go away?”

The bell hit the orc’s head several times.

A bell that strikes for a long time and makes a sound regardless of whether it is an arm or a leg.

The orc, who was practically rolling around on the floor, didn’t even think about leaving even after being beaten for a long time.

“Haa…haa…huu…it’s hard.”

23 years of life.

A total of 47 years of Chris’ life.

I’ve never had this much trouble dealing with a ghost.

“That guy is such a poisonous guy… He’s got a poisonous ghost…”

Even after exorcism like this, it didn’t come off.

“Haa…..”

In fact, the orc’s expression became more urgent than before.

What’s going on with the monster theme that makes them do this to people?

“Ha…Okay, let’s go.”

When I looked at the snail attached to me, it seemed like it would follow me around until it was resolved.

The obsession of ghosts was not something that was easy to see.

Suddenly even when I sleep.

Even when doing errands, suddenly.

This is because being watched constantly is quite a nuisance.

The orc who finally received permission took a hasty step forward.

Jeez.

Jeez.

“It goes far.”

The orc seemed to be frustrated with me walking slowly, gliding around and urging me on.

“Where are you giving me? It’s not going at all?”

We followed them for a while, fighting like that, and before we knew it, we were deep into the mountain.

At some point as he continued to walk, the orc’s face hardened and he began to quickly slide to one place.

“Hey!!!”

It seemed like something urgent had happened.

And when ghosts reacted like that, it was usually for similar reasons.

I ran quickly and followed the orc until I came to an open space.

At the end of it was what appeared to be a cliff, and behind it was a clear view of the mountain.

The orc was pointing down from the top of the cliff.

“Ha…I live and live and do all these things.”

I quickly went there, leaned down, and stuck my head out from under the cliff.

Sure enough, the scene I expected unfolded there.

Is it about half the size of my body?

A young oak was hanging in the air, holding on to a tree branch that was almost broken.

“Chwiiigik!!!!”