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I Got a New Skill Every Time I Was Exiled, and After 100 Different Worlds, I Was Unmatched (Web Novel) - Chapter 351: Simply Returning to How Things Were Can Be Confusing When It Suddenly Changes.
Chapter 351: Simply Returning to How Things Were Can Be Confusing When It Suddenly Changes.
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“Fuuu! Whoa, whoa!?”The moment I returned to the usual <White World> I almost stumbled and fell right there. The absence of the usual resistance from the water was to blame. Even though we were supposed to be on the ship… on the water’s surface, we ended up playing in the water until the very end.
“Eek!”
“Oops, are you okay, Tia?”
Beside me, Tia was also staggering in the same way. I reached out quickly to support her, and she thanked me with a smile.
“Ah, that surprised me… Thank you, Ed, I’m fine now.”
“That’s good… And it seems I’m fine too.”
When I focused on my left hand, a golden ring appeared on my index finger. Apparently, as the former Demon King Eld mentioned, this wasn’t interfered with during world transitions.
By the way, when exiting to another world from here and carrying items inside the [Stranger Box] those items would automatically return to the box when returning from that world. However, apart from that, if things weren’t kept in the box, they would disappear during world transfers, so caution was necessary.
Well, items like this ring or the fragments of the God I had once assimilated into my body would probably be exceptions, directly embedding into the soul… Rather, if they vanished because of that, I wouldn’t have needed all that trouble.
“But still, it’s a shame we couldn’t witness the Coming-of-Age Ceremony.”
“Sorry about that, making you comply with my principles.”
Timing the banishment before the Coming-of-Age Ceremony was my selfishness. I didn’t want to make Ginta’s new beginning a farewell day with us but rather a day when Ginta, separate from us, stepped into a new future. Honestly, it was nothing but self-satisfaction.
However, when I apologized to Tia for that, she shook her head with a smile.
“It’s okay. I don’t dislike Ed’s way of thinking. Besides—”
“Right. Then, let’s promptly… read about Ginta’s splendid moment.”
I turned my gaze to the table, where the familiar book lay. It was because I knew about this that I could promise to ‘see it through.’
Sitting down, I gently picked up the {Records Of The Hero’s Story}. Despite being only seventeen, Ginta’s life story was quite substantial.
“Hohoho? There it is again, the expected mischievousness.”
“Fufu, he’s been on great adventures since he was little.”
The reason became apparent upon opening the book. It seemed that Ginta had actively indulged in adventurous play since childhood. Of course, it was just children’s stuff, what they could do and all, but involving the adults around made it enjoyable to read.
“Hey Ed, about this mysterious warrior appearing at times of crisis…”
“It’s probably Ganta-san, right? He adds ‘Ga-‘ to the ends of words. But does Ginta himself not notice…?”
“Aren’t children like that? Besides, there’s more after this, right?”
“Ah, yeah…”
A mysterious warrior appearing in the midst of trivial fights between children, swiftly resolving them. Ginta admired that figure, but when he returned home, he would witness scenes where his father was scolded by his mother for some reason. From Ginta’s perspective, he would casually brush it off as the usual… well, that’s how it went, I suppose.
“Also, Ginta’s hero aspirations seem heavily influenced by Ganta-san, right? Look, here too, it’s a scene where Ginta is trying his best to protect his little sister, but somehow, the number of enemies, or rather, bad kids decreases? Then, after that, Ganta-san gets scolded again.”
“They really are alike, the father and son. Maybe Ginta would do the same if he had a child?”
“Oh, definitely.”
While maintaining a grand attitude in front of children, Ginta’s discreet interventions came to mind vividly. While laughing at that imagination, we continued reading the book.
When his boyhood ended, it was time for his youth. Starting his activities as a treasure hunter while playfully fighting with his father, meeting us, and then parting ways. During his Coming-of-Age Ceremony, he wrapped himself in a silver cloth with friends, causing a ruckus, and then apparently got scolded severely by his mother and sister the next day.
Hmm, very much like Ginta indeed. After that, he started working with Eld to become a full-fledged treasure hunter…. Feeling a bit of melancholy as we’d swiftly reached this point, I turned my eyes to the last page.
World 003: {Records Of The Hero’s Story} – Final Chapter: The Truth as it Is
And so, the hero Ginta succeeded in reconciling with the Demon King, utilizing that knowledge to explore ruins across various lands for several decades. He discovered numerous unknown magical artifacts during this time.
Achieving a firm reputation as a treasure hunter due to these accomplishments, Ginta, after retiring from active duty, dedicated himself to writing. Among these works, the “Truth of Hill People Eltartan,” published in his later years, overturned established historical views and sparked controversies among people worldwide.
Consequently, he faced severe censure from certain religious figures and historians. There was a time when it was even said, ‘All of Ginta’s achievements are falsehoods; Ginta is a legendary swindler.’ However, Ginta himself, nonchalantly, would laugh and say, ‘Indeed, during the most critical moments, I was just watching, Gyo. That’s why my achievements belong to my precious friends.'”
It’s said that the [Valley Of No Return] was tread upon by humans, and the contents written in the book were proven true, but this revelation came only after a thousand years following Ginta’s death.
“Huh, what’s this? You did quite well.”
It seems Ginta had indeed kept his promise. Though even if I were to descend into the world after a thousand years, saying, ‘The hero written about by Ginta is actually me,’ I’d probably just be laughed at.
But so what? There are no tales of a hero confronting the Demon King as a hero, no supernatural powers or miraculous twists of fate. Ginta, as a mere treasure hunter, earned his fame through his own efforts and left behind his intent.
It’s regrettable not understanding much about Eld, but this is a book about Ginta’s life after all, so that’s unavoidable. Well, at least it’s known that they collaborated until halfway, so maybe they continued to enjoy life well after that?
Well, that’s enough. Probing into conclusions unknown in ordinary life, extending even to the afterlife, is not just tactless but also a form of arrogance.
“Come to think of it, Ed, this time God isn’t crying, huh?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, now that you mention it.”
At Tia’s words, spoken almost casually, I once again glanced at the book. Hmm, indeed, this time the usual lingering expressions weren’t there.
Actually, there were no expressions that usually belittled the hero that had become a standard recently. What could this be…?
“Could it be repentance? Though he was like this before, and now he’s back to that state… Huh?”
Suddenly, my hand sparkled, and as I turned to look, the ring from Nuoh on my left index finger was shining somewhat brightly.
“What’s this? Is it glowing?”
“Hey, Ed, look!”
“What’s up with that… Oh!”
As Tia mentioned it, when I turned back, the door that had just appeared was faintly glowing. It was a phenomenon never seen in any previous cycles.
“Could it be that Nuoh-sama is calling?”
“What will you do, Ed?”
“Hmm…”
I slowly stood up and reached for the knob of the glowing door. Exerting some force… but the knob didn’t budge.
“Huh? Oh, is it the left hand?”
Frantically turning it with the hand wearing the ring, this time, there was a slight resistance, and the knob turned. Oh? If that’s the case…
“Hey, Tia, come with me—!”
In the instant I turned back, there was nothing but a dark space before my eyes. Surprised, as I released my left hand from the knob, the door vanished, leaving nothing around.
“Ugh, back to darkness… Well, if there’s nothing here, it’s the same whether it’s bright or dark.”
Even the floating sensation without firm footing was something I’d grown accustomed to after six months of living underwater. I remained vigilant of my surroundings, awaiting the response of whoever had summoned me here, without letting my guard down.
