The Hypnotic Orc from Another World

‘What kind of person was I?’

That was the first thought that came to my mind when I came to my senses in the pure white space that seemed to make me go crazy.

There is a saying that a person’s life cannot be judged lightly until death.

No matter how miserable your life was, it may not be known until later on, but this story does not apply to me at all now.

“Hoo···”

The last memory that remains in my head.

It was a very narrow corner of the room.

A shabby and dirty room, far removed from the fancy houses seen in dramas.

That’s where I died.

“Really··· This is ridiculous.”

Aged 24.

My death might be in the newspaper.

The cause was a heart attack.

I occasionally heard on the news that the incidence of heart attacks among people in their 20s was increasing, but I never imagined that it would be my story.

“I’ve often thought about wanting to die, but I never thought I’d actually die.”

When each day is painful, I often think about dying.

So, if I died young, I thought it would be suicide.

But surprisingly, most of life’s endings are dry and boring, and I was one of them.

If anyone is interested in my death, which is probably not even famous on the Internet, it will probably be an article that pops up on a banner in passing.

[20-year-old dies. We can no longer be at ease with heart attacks among young people···]

It will be known to the world at this level.

In some ways, that could be seen as a positive thing, and it could just be added to the number of deaths.

‘What kind of life have I lived?’

When you can still think after you die.

The first thing a human being can do is look back on his or her life.

When I searched through my hazy memories, the oldest memory I could remember was when I measured my height against a wall.

There were no complicated or deep concerns at that time.