Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Where the hell am I?

My head blurs, but I do have consciousness.

I should have been dialed into a truck.

I thought he was completely dead, but he said the human body was a lot tougher than I thought.

For once, is it in the interest of black magic items that I have part-timed and retrieved from abroad?

I do remember eating zombie powder and fried chicken with undead birds.

Zombie powder was sweet because of it. I put it in coffee and drank it.

The fried chicken of the undead tasted like rubber. I remember eating separately from Mr. Mountain, a senior in the department.

I feel like it's been a long time since the truck called me, and I don't.

Out of the way, maybe it was only minor injuries.

I remember to the point where I was jumped on the sidewalk and lost consciousness, but I'm not too sure I was seriously injured.

No, but I'm glad I'm alive.

Speaking of which, I also feel like he was holding onto me crying.

This has a good chance of re-persuasion. The Black Magic Research Department is indestructible forever.

When I opened my eyes thinking there was no such benefit, there was a strange woman.

Obviously not Japanese. White to clear hair and skin, red eyes.

He was a beautiful, beautifully impressed man.

Quite close to the face. I tried to leave my neck unintentionally, but my neck doesn't move well.

The woman laughed with a grin as she looked at me.

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That was, obviously, a language I had never heard of.

From next to a woman, a man peeps into me.

The man had white hair and red eyes, just like the woman.

Uh, which country are you from...?

"A, A, W..."

I tried to communicate my will with a hand gesture, but I didn't get the word right.

No, that's not all.

I was surprised to see my hands. It was like a baby, a little hand.

Moreover, like the current two, it is a light color white of pigment.

Intuitively I guessed.

Wasn't I reborn?

Wouldn't this mysterious exotic beauty be my parents in this world?

No, that can't be happening.

I look at my footsteps.

It was being held up by a woman.

"Ahh, ahh! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

I cried out.

The woman put her hand up and down with me so that I could give up.

No, it's not.

The man and the woman looked at me with a smiling look.

It was completely the eyes of the parents who saw my child.