You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

However, the person being transferred then said with a look of relief, "This way we can get to the city in time to receive treatment."

"Ok?"

Iori paused for a moment: "Wait, what was that just now?"

"Save people."

The person transferring them turned around, looking completely matter-of-fact: "Didn't you see they're injured? We need to get them to the hospital as soon as possible!"

"..."

"I think I've misunderstood something," Iori blinked.

"Could I ask... was the magic you just used equipped with windproof and anti-inertia barriers?"

"Ugh?"

"what?"

"..."

"..."

"In short, let's eat first!"

The transmigrater's eyes were incredibly innocent, and his confused mind automatically ignored the problem. He staggered to the side, mechanically picked up the monster's corpse, and clumsily skinned and bled it before using magic to start a fire and roast it.

"Don't be shy, sit down, it's my treat!"

The transferee turned around with a "friendly" expression and greeted Iori warmly.

This guy's mental state has been pushed to its limit!

Iori instinctively grasped the Ama-no-Murakumo, her expression unusually hesitant.

But thinking about it carefully, this person was thrown into another world without knowing anything, and was received by an unreliable Chinese system. He probably didn't even know what was happening, and might not even be aware that he had special abilities. Then he was sold to a circus, locked in a cage as an orc, and treated the same as these monsters...

No, judging from the boss's testimony, his treatment was even worse than that of the monsters; at least the monsters had food and drink... while Iori personally witnessed him licking rainwater to survive, enduring this for several days...

Judging from his lack of any aversion to the flesh and blood of monsters, if he wasn't a gluttonous king like Leos Tuden, he must have been starving.

That's horrible!

This is so heartbreaking!

After going through all that, it's normal to be mentally stretched to the limit... No, wait!

He didn't even go on a killing spree; instead, he kindly sent away his boss who had been persecuting him, which Iori found abnormal...

At this moment, Iori hesitated for a moment, but after a while he stepped forward, swung his hand at his waist, and took something out of his personal space.

"Excuse me, although you seem to be enjoying your meal... I feel bad about taking it for free, so let's switch."

"You... Ah? This is!"

"I don't know if you like it or not."

Iori handed over a white triangle, about the size of a child's fist, wrapped in transparent plastic—a seaweed rice ball.

Although he doesn't need to eat, he always keeps some snacks and drinks in his space, mainly for entertainment, and also to remind his body not to forget its various instincts, including eating... This is very important for maintaining mental stability.

Most of this food was sourced from Earth in the Shadowlands, since the food in modern society tastes far better than that in Soul Society, the Empire, or another world.

"Rice ball! It's a rice ball!"

The man snatched the rice ball away. Iori was about to warn him to be careful with the packaging, but instead of eating immediately, he surprisingly examined it with the seriousness of someone handling a priceless treasure. He carefully unwrapped the packaging and then tentatively took a bite.

Tears fell, adding a touch of bitter saltiness to the rice ball.

"...It's real...it really is a rice ball..."

After so many days of hunger and thirst, he became so dehydrated that he would even lick the damp soil with his tongue, and he thought he had long since run out of things as precious as tears...

The rice ball was cold and bitter, and the metallic taste in my mouth made it taste terrible. But why... why did I suddenly burst into tears...?

"Where did you get this rice ball?"

The migrant looked up and asked anxiously, stammering, "Japan! Do you know it? Do you know where Japan is?!"

"..."

Iori breathed a slight sigh of relief. Looking into the man's disheveled yet sincere eyes, her hesitation finally dissipated.

He didn't turn evil; he was simply stimulated under extreme circumstances, which caused his behavior to become abnormal.

That's good. Iori doesn't want a world-destroying demon king to appear—even if he is really miserable.

"Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, eat slowly, we have plenty of time."

Iori reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, subtly using a simple form of suggestive magic to soothe his battered spirit with the power of words.

The person being transferred gradually calmed down, then realized something and looked at Iori blankly: "Japanese...did I hear that right?"

"You heard me right, it's Japanese."

At this moment, Iori had already closed the [Usurper of Greed] and was using authentic Japanese, not the common language of the other world.

"My name is Aizen Iori, so we're kind of from the same hometown... What's your name?"

"Japan... Phew!"

Upon hearing this, the person being transferred was momentarily dazed. His gaunt, grotesque face, which resembled that of a demon, slowly relaxed, revealing a hint of relief.

"My name is... Shima Yosuke."

This was the first time since he came into this world that someone had asked him his name—the thought had barely crossed his mind before Yosuke's brain went blank.

"Hey……"

call!

After saying his name, the man collapsed forward as if a taut string had snapped, but Iori caught him in time, disregarding the dirt on his clothes.

"Hey... there's nothing I can do, it looks like he's really at his last gasp."

Iori shook her head, put him on the ground, and frowned as she looked at his wounds.

Having been on the battlefield, he naturally wouldn't be coy and immediately began treating the man. However, these were just superficial injuries; the biggest problem was that he had been suffering for many days and his vital energy had been depleted... He would need to recuperate slowly.

After all that trouble, Yosuke's appearance had returned to normal, which puzzled Iori.

While he might not be considered exceptionally handsome, he's at least somewhat refined, right? He looks like an ordinary, nerdy college student, so why is he being called a half-orc...?

Iori was completely baffled, and could only guess that Yosuke had been beaten beyond recognition when he was captured, or that there was some cultural barrier between people from another world and Earth, such as a language barrier.

Perhaps due to extreme exhaustion, the transferee needed a great deal of time to recover. Although Iori healed the external injuries, the transferee slept for a full day and night before waking up.

"I...you...phew! It's not a dream...that's great."

"Yes, congratulations on passing the beginner level in this other world," Iori said half-jokingly. "I'm an NPC here to give you a beginner's guide."

"That would be great...like the Sega Saturn from '95...what is this?"

Iori smiled and waved, removing the semi-transparent barrier from Yosuke's body.

Of course, he couldn't stay here all day and night. He spent most of his time busy with his own things. For safety reasons, he set up a binding barrier for Yosuke to prevent monster attacks.

"By the way, when you were sleeping yesterday, you called out 'Mommy' 37 times, 'Daddy' 11 times, and 'Sister' twice."

Iori said with a hint of sympathy, "It seems you miss your family very much."

"Yeah." Yosuke touched his nose sheepishly. "They're very important to me."

"You even shouted 'Sega' 158 times—this company must have ripped you off a lot of money, right?"

Yosuke: "..."

"Haha, just kidding. I can probably guess you're a gaming addict, right? Although I'm not a hardcore gamer, as a fellow gamer, I can understand you."

What a coincidence, I actually have someone with it by chance...

Iori lied; he actually went to Earth specifically for "Shadow Reality".

For no other reason than to give Yosuke something to rely on, since humans need an "anchor" to anchor them, which would be good for his mental state.

"Really?!" Yosuke trembled all over, as if a Christian had seen an angel.

"Of course, I searched for a long time... Look!"

Iori took out brand-new handheld and main consoles from his separate space, which also contained things like solar panels and displays.

"Switch!"

"S... Switch?"

"This is Nintendo's latest model. I've already downloaded a lot of single-player games, and it can be used even without internet."

"Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren—!"

"What's wrong? It looks like your computer has crashed?"

"...Nintendo, ugh!"

Yosuke clenched his teeth, his facial muscles tensed, and soon became anxious again.

"Although it's Nintendo, I had no other choice in this other world... This isn't betrayal! It's just something beyond my control!"

After all, there aren't any Sega stores here!

"Sega? It has to be Sega? No problem."

Iori pulled out a few more CDs and cartridges: "I also brought Sega's game software."

"Oooo!!!"

Yosuke knelt down like Moses welcoming the Ark of the Covenant, opening his arms to Iori: "You, you are my salvation... Hmm? There's no main unit?"

"What are you talking about? Isn't it right here?"

"But this is a Nintendo product..."

"It will work just the same. Although I don't know the situation where you are, on my planet, these classic game IPs have been acquired by Nintendo, and the Switch is still compatible."

"..."

"What's wrong? You look like your childhood sweetheart got NTR'd..."

"Sega... What happened to Sega? I've only been here a few days... Where's Sega? Where are the Sega consoles?"

"Sega withdrew from the console market a long time ago, didn't it?"

“——!!!!”

"It's like seeing the end of the world."

"No, unforgivable! Nintendo, Sega... despicable!"

"Oh, you don't like Nintendo? You should have said so earlier."

Iori took out another handheld console from her storage space: "This is a domestic product... it's made in China, produced by Tencent, and it also has Sega's classic IPs. This company buys a whole bunch at once, definitely enough for you to play with."

"..."

"This time, I'm completely heartbroken."

Chapter 256: A Gamer's Loyalty is— (Bonus Chapter)

“I see. You encountered an accident on Earth... My situation is different from yours. I came to this place when I came to my senses.”

The former circus camp was now a mess. Iori collected some things that seemed to be useful, and then sat around the campfire with Yosuke, chatting while grilling meat. Naturally, they started talking about their own situations.

Yosuke's life story is simple: an unremarkable hardcore console game enthusiast who one day suffers an accident and wakes up to find himself in another world's night sky. Iori, on the other hand, conceals some of the truth, glossing over her own experiences.

"You're seventeen? And you were on your way to buy a new Sega console before you were hit by the truck?"

"Yeah~ Ahh, even if we could go back now, they'd probably be sold out by now." Yosuke looked troubled, seemingly unaware of a very serious problem.

Iori narrowed her eyes slightly: "May I ask what year AD you remember Earth to be?"

"Huh? Of course it's the year 2000, the whole world was celebrating the new millennium."

"really!"

Iori said seriously, "No wonder you were surprised by Sega's decline. It seems that although we both come from Earth, we are not from the same world."

"what?"