Hazuki stretched his arms wide, basking in the open blue sky and the gentle wind brushing through the trees.
"Man, this fantasy world is awesome! Yeah!! 10/10 for scenery!!"
Ridan hummed. "Oh? Your previous world isn't this beautiful?"
"Huh? It's the best…" Hazuki said dreamily. Then his face twisted into a deadpan grimace.
"Well, not the tax. Or the constant bills. Or the black companies—ugh! They work your ass off like you're some kind of golem with no HP bar!"
"Black… companies?" Ridan echoed, confused.
"Yeah. You go to work when it's dark. You leave when it's dark. You eat your meals in 5 minutes, cry in the bathroom for 3, and keep pretending your boss's joke is funny."
"…That sounds worse than the demon army during the war."
Hazuki nodded solemnly. "It is."
Then he grinned and puffed out his chest.
"But now! I'm free! No more contracts! No more unpaid overtime! Just walking, adventuring, and maybe—just maybe—finding a big pile of treasure and some jiggly melons!"
