My Unlucky Reincarnation in Monster Crazy World

Hang Bin lay face down on the graphics tablet and thought, [How sleepy I am. Four sleepless nights. I just want to sleep. I worked too hard, and the money I received was so little.

No, I need to sleep. Tomorrow I will definitely finish the chapter, tomorrow someone will notice my manga, and I will be able to earn normally… Yes, it will be, and now it's time...]

His breathing was getting weaker, his skin was turning pale…

From the monitor screen, an undersized manga hero, he sullen and sad, stained with blood, looked at the cooling body of Hang Bin.

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[Gently. It's like I'm sleeping in a thick cloud. Em? What is this...]

"Kipa! Kipa ramah!"

Hang Bin squinted against the bright light.

Mangaka heard three voices.

"Ki-i!", a child's voice rang out.

"Kipa!", the girl's voice rejoiced.

"Sumtras Kipa", the woman's voice sighed.

Hang's eyes gradually got used to the light.

[Where am I?]

Slap!

The girl slapped Hang in the face.

The mistress rewarded the girl with a slap, then she herself hit Hang on the cheek.

"Aaaaaaahh! For what?! It hurts me! Who are you? - mangaka began to cry.

"Ih tho?" the girl's voice was confused.

The lady and the girl exchanged glances. The little girl was hugging Han, trying to comfort him.

[How did I get here?.. Have I been kidnapped?!! No, I remember that I fell asleep on the tablet.]

"Ukis numtras to?" the woman leaned over Han, and he blushed.

[God, how beautiful she is! I didn't think that such a crooked-armed mangaka like me would be able to get close to such a beautiful lady!

Wait, what language is it in?.. Oh, my God.]

Being a fan of the Issekai, Hang Bin understood everything. Besides, his hands were different: soft and dark, and the cuticles of his nails were neatly trimmed, as if mangaka had done a first-class manicure.

An emerald carpet in the shape of a cocked hat gripped the ceiling of the spacious room in a firm grip. Three gold-embroidered eyes glittered on it.

[How beautiful and strange. I'm definitely in another world.] The same rug, but smaller, hung by the door.

The wind was blowing from the slightly open window.

Hang was lying in a sprawling bed, covered with a fluffy blanket with images of cats. A woman and a girl were standing nearby. The young man was hugged by a girl. Her long sleeves covered her wrists and hung down on the blanket.

"Ki! Ki genoh!" the child smalling.

The woman smoothed her tangled hair and repeated the question.

Hang blinked.

[And what should I say?]

Mangaka was trying to come up with a solution, but at that moment a lady in a red hood burst into the room. She was shouting and waving a needle the size of a sword.

"Wha-a-a-at?!"

There was a window nearby – I climbed into the window.

The crazy girls grabbed him by his pajamas. [Look! I don't want to be strung on this damn spit!]

Hang undid the buttons and fluttered out of his pajamas. Completely naked, mangaka climbed up the ledge, with his stomach against the wall, as he was advised in the video "5 survive in a high-rise building if you are an idiot", so that his head would not be dizzy from the height and there was an opportunity to cling to the walls when falling.

[Finally, this nonsense came in handy!] Hang quickly, but without hurrying, climbed over the wall. The wind chilled my spine.

A lady with a needle climbed up on the ledge.

Hang's forehead turned cold. [Little gods! What have I done to you?! No, what did the last owner of the body do, if they want to kill him so perversely?!!]

Hang accelerated. The lady puffed out her fresh cheeks, snorted and ... ran through the air! Under the leather boots, kites appeared, giving a reliable support.

Hang felt the incandescent trajectory along which the needle would plunge into him.

[For what?! Oh, my God! I won't give up so easily!!! Do you hear?!! Come here! Do you want to kill me?! I'll kill you myself! I'll crash! I'll crash!] Hang screamed and fell off the ledge. [Goddammit! Oh, my God! What floor is this?! What the…]

The wind whistled past Han's ears. Under the mangaka, the boundless land stretched out: distant cities with walls, fields and forests-this paled before the greatness of the tree, whose trunk sank below the horizon, and branches pierced the sky.

Two feelings were raging in the mangaka's heart: a mad fear, struggling with wild delight. Like thunder and wind, they created a storm.

Hang shouted, either in despair or from a feeling of indescribable freedom.

But this immediately disappeared when the ankle was painfully squeezed.

"Aaaaahh!"

The lady in the red hood grimaced and let go.

Hang screamed and continued to fall. Hop! The lady caught the unfortunate mangaka again.

"Moo-hee-ah! Moo-hee-ah!" the tormentor laughed and repeated.

"Oh, my God! Please, release me from bullying, I beg you!"

The torture was repeated at least a dozen times. Hang threw up something blue and smelled like dried fish-apparently, this is the last dinner of the lucky guy who annoyed the red witch.

"Moo-hee-ah! Hee! Mi! A!"

The lady narrowed her eye and took aim. Hang shifted uncomfortably.

"Merciful Lord! Why couldn't I die quietly and peacefully, falling asleep on a graphics tablet?! What's the use of a damn reincarnation, if I'm killed on the threshold, and even in such a terrible way?!! You are welcome! Don't! Not again! I'll do anything you say! No! I don't want to die like this!"

Hang sobbed,

"Mom! Uncle ! Mom!"

The lady pierced Hang's "soft spot".

Mangaka lost consciousness.