The Returnee’s Apocalypse Life

“A choked gasp!! Sh-shit…?”

A tremendous impact unlike anything I had ever experienced made it impossible to regain my senses or control my body.

Sprawled on the floor, I writhed for a moment.

‘Q-quickly, I have to get up! I’m in combat!’

I reminded myself of the situation I had been in just moments ago and gritted my teeth. Still sprawled face down, I caught my breath and struggled to clear my head.

‘…? Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?’

The clash of flesh and the cacophony of weapons colliding, which had been pounding my eardrums just before, had all vanished. As if by magic, the surroundings were now eerily silent.

I barely managed to get up and quickly surveyed my surroundings.

The sight before my eyes was strange yet familiar, a space that had been so natural, now fading in my memories.

‘…A goshi-tel? The one I used to live in?’

My mind went blank for a moment.

Just moments ago, I was fiercely clashing swords with those imperial bastards, gravely discussing life or death through my body, but when I opened my eyes, I was in my modern goshiwon room.

I was dumbfounded by the sudden change in environment, but unless I had lost my mind, it was clear. This tiny, tiny space I had once missed so much, and desperately wanted to return to.

But also a space I had no particular desire to return to.

“……”

One day, more than ten years after being forcibly summoned to another world.

This time, I was forcibly returned to my hometown.