Chapter 2

"Well, I tried a few times but had no luck."

I arrived at a deserted square as usual, and because what I had to do was what I had to do, I went further in and coughed all over the place. But there was no sign of what was inside my body escaping.

I irritated my nose with the grass that grew there and gulped it down as best I could. I didn't vomit my food because I didn't dare to put my hand or the grass in my mouth, as I was supposed to. I'm sorry for staining my clothes.

"But what do we do then?"

I sat down on a nearby railing with my hand on my chin. The strange sensation that lingered in my body refused to leave.

I'm not sure if I should see a doctor, but until yesterday, I felt like I was taking this sensation for granted. I mean, I started to feel uneasy about this at the same time that I suddenly became smarter.

It's as if this something was never intended to be a part of the human body.

It was as if the human body didn't require this something in the first place. "... Why don't you scream? It's almost like a brawl."

I clenched my fists and took a look around. If there are other people around, it's embarrassing. It would be black history if anyone knew who I was.

It was close to the factory, so the machine noise would drown out my screams. The only reason this place is so unpopular is the noise.

I carefully examined my surroundings, stood up from the railing I was sitting on, and took a deep breath.

Not just my voice, but my entire body. I should spread my feet, step on them, and extend my hands in front of me. I have a feeling something will come out more in that manner. But, after all of my planning, I suddenly realized what I was going to say. My feet are poised, and my hands are advancing. And the shrill voice. It reminds me of a scene from an anime I watched the other night. I can't think of anything to say, and I'm embarrassed, but as a boy, I'd like to say it at least once. "Well, I guess that's good," I said, nodding.

I took my stance and took a deep breath in. If you're going to do something, you have to go the distance.

Then I'll give it everything I've got. Eat it, the incomprehensible thing inside me. And then get out. With my own scream!

"Dragon wave, eat me!"

My all-out movements and voice echoed throughout the square, as if I were giving all of my thoughts.

... No, no, no, no, no What exactly is a dragon wave? That's a Kamehameha wave, isn't it? What kind of big move has such a simple name, just like the anime title,..., what is the name of "Dragon Ball"? What kind of anime title is so popular with kids? Son Goku, who is the main character? It's supposed to be a Chinese name, but it sounds more Japanese...!

For some reason, my body began to glow the moment I opened my eyes. This was not the time to be surprised by an anime's name.

But I couldn't get it out of my head! I'm not sure who I'm apologizing to, but the sudden glow made me dizzy, so I quickly closed my eyes. My breathing came to a halt for a brief moment.

When I heard what sounded like a metallic "clang" as I rolled on the ground, I came to my senses.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright red spear. It wasn't a toy; its appearance, and even its presence, suggested that it was real.

To be honest, I'm not sure why. Nonetheless, I felt as if the spear belonged to me. It was as if they were two halves of the same body who had always been in close proximity to one another.

At the same time, I realized that the uneasy feeling inside of me had vanished.

I checked my body, and when I was done, I looked at the spear again, terrified.

I have a feeling the spear is the source of that strange sensation. What nonsense, I think, but my body appears to be more convinced than my thoughts. It is permissible to touch this. This is about half of my body. Despite the fact that I had no reason to believe it.

I extended my hand. Perhaps I was hypnotized by the red glow. Perhaps I wasn't thinking at all. Still, I didn't give up.

I hesitated a moment before touching it, but I grabbed the red spear with both hands.

I immediately heard a voice that seemed to echo in my head.

The voice was a little robotic, but it seemed to have some meaning. I'm not sure if it's a man or a woman.

There are a lot of things that I don't understand. But I did learn the identity of this spear, who I am, and what this world is all about.

[Sacred Gear, Ruin Ron Scarlet, Red Scarlet Spear of Extinction]

Knowledge flowed into me the moment I touched the Red Spear - the sacred gear. I'm not sure what this spear is.

But I was aware of the Sacred Gear, the races that existed outside of humans, and the world's horrors.

I'm not sure why I'm aware of this. But, in reality, I was shown that this knowledge was not a lie.

In my mind, the missing pieces, the jumbled knowledge, merged into a single form.

It was a simple matter once I realized and accepted it. Tanaka Kishimoto is my name. However, I have the memories and knowledge of someone who is not like me.

I am me, but this could be a memory from a previous life. Relief washed over me as I realized what had been bothering me for so long.

A dry smile appeared on my face at the same time. This is a serious situation. This is extremely dangerous. I'm familiar with this world.

In a previous life, I even read a second novel set in this world.

And I recall having a good time with it. But why should I? Why, of all people in the world, me?

I'm not familiar with any Kanata Kuramoto characters. I've never seen such a divine device before.

To put it another way, I'm a character who doesn't appear in the original story. I'd be content if it were a regular manga.

If it had been a regular manga, I would have been happy because, as a mobster, I would have been safe as long as I didn't get involved with the original story's characters.

However, in this original story, mobs are slaughtered in droves. Ordinary people die without thinking as well. The danger level increases if you have a sacred weapon.

The characters in the original story are also in grave danger, but because they can be predicted to some extent, they may have been able to plan their escape.

But, alas, I'm a mobster. The original story's background or the world situation could kill me at any time. This is a world so hostile to mobs that even if I were killed tomorrow, I wouldn't be able to complain.

What a world you're building for a novel that's a beautiful girl harem gag comedy with erotica to poke your nipples and power up. You're favoring the protagonists far too much; please be more considerate of the general public and mobs!

"Ruin Ron Scarlet, what the hell is the Red Scarlet Spear of Annihilation? I'm not sure what to think about it. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad idea."

Is this thing powerful? Will I be able to survive in this world? The faction of the old Satan's might give me a thrashing for being obnoxious in terms of color and ability! I'm not sure they'd do it! And because I possess divine artifacts, I could be reincarnated as a demon, killed by a fallen angel, lose faith in the church, or recruited by a terrorist organization.

"God forbid! Oh, no, he's no longer alive. At the very least, the thought of an ordinary person... without divine weapons or even a stray demon frightens me. But I'm also apprehensive about getting involved in the original story. What the hell is this horrifying world..."

I drooped in helplessness as I placed my hands on the ground. I hope I'm wrong, but Tanaka Kishimoto appears to have been reincarnated. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it's probably a good idea.

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Author's Note: sorry for the late update and sorry for my grammar.