Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

An electronic sound of an alarm clock echoes in one of the apartments where morning light shoots in.

♪♪♪♪♪ ♪♪♪♪♪ ♪♪♪♪♪ ♪♪♪♪♪

I reached inside the futon and stopped the alarm. Ugh, stretch out and get out of bed. 9: 30. You can say get up early if you've been doing a lot of things late at night.

Two slices of toast and coffee for breakfast as usual. Turn on the computer when you have cleaned up and brushed your teeth. This is the usual thing too.

My name is Umaru Ryoshi, and I'm a clean Japanese - at least until now.... Yes, until you find a passage to and from the other world in your own closet and start living a routine journey to and from the other world.

I thought it was a coincidence or a miracle that I was the wingman of an unusual life. You (more) do not regret the matter in itself. I got to know some important "my kids" in the other world.

Until then, I think I was in the "geek" category for once. Even though I'm a nerd, I'm not good with people and I don't have the ability to act like Akiba. I dyed my hands in the crowd about illustration and figure making, but I originally preferred animals to humans, so you don't know what "adorable" is about this wind. I'm going to be clever there myself.

Although I tried bird watching and grasshopper sketching according to my parents' recommendation (soot) that I have a slightly healthier hobby, I stopped (or) going outside after a lot of people talking to me about it. Since then, I've been living in a cage.

But even if it looks like this, I'm not Neat. For once, Lanobe writer... is the end of it. After graduating from a non-national but higher-level university in history, my aunt, who was my understander, gave me a room in this apartment. You've known me strangely for a long time... but, Auntie, you didn't know about the other corridor and give it to me, did you? There was a slight departure from the average person, and my mother used to have zero (spill) stupidity... but I can't believe my aunt also experienced life in another world... No, let's not think about unproductive things. Now I need to think about my job.

My pen name as a Lanobe writer is Kuroku. In fact, the name Crowe is a pen name in different worlds. I've been living a life of pulling cages since I got the apartment, but one time I put up a love comedy that I wrote in my spare time on an online posting site and surprisingly I got a reputation and decided to publish it in that and other quotes. Then he writes up the book at a rate of one book every year or two and lives discreetly on stamp duty. If you don't need rent to pull a cage, you can make a living somehow. That said, three months after I finished the previous work I was serializing online into a manuscript for publication. I guess it's time to put my next piece online. I was wondering if there was any story...

Why don't you tell me a story about life in another world? It's based on a real experience, so I can guarantee you something real. But the protagonist makes him a boy of another world because readers won't get to live in the other world of pulling caged geeks, entangling the devils in this...

Oh, looks like someone's here...

It wasn't like there was a horror novel development, it was usually an insurance solicitation. Let's not think about the story of the novel until later. More than that, we need to think about what needs to be done over there.

Something's been happening over there lately. I think I was actually born over there because I grew up in Japan by some mistake.

Well, suppose we go out to the other world again today? What I'm taking today is...

Ready, come on, let's go.