[You are now my guardian.]
Eh?
I don’t know why. I can totally feel my dumbfounded expression on my face. My mind feels blank for a while until…
“Ahaha..ha…HAHHAHAHHAHA!”
I laugh like a mad person.
“You’re joking, right?”
[Of course not.]
It answers me really fast.
I shut up.
No, no, no. NO WAYYYY.
“Hey, listen! Urghhh… I feel like a crazy person talking to a stone… But, there is no way a stone can talk unless my head hit something hard…”
Suddenly a flashback came to my mind.
A series of bad luck. Me laying down beside the river. Me kicking a stone. The stone suddenly somehow manages to deflect and hit me. And….
“Ah….”
I remember falling into the river afterwards.
“Wait… Could it be?”
I try to take a moment to digest the newfound discovery.
“I am not dead, am I?”
[Yes, you are.]
Damn. Not even hesitating even a bit.
“T-Then… Am I really dead? Wait, then why am I feeling like I’m breathing here? Is this an afterlife or something?”
[Calm down, human. I’m the one who brought you here.]
I look at the stone suspiciously.
“You’re the one who killed me!”
[No, I’m not.]
The stone refutes me really fast.
“Then why am I here? You did say that I was already dead!”
[Listen, human. Me hitting you to the river was a mere coincidence.]
What?
[It’s just how unlucky you are. I've never seen someone with bad luck like you in my life.]
That’s… Actually plausible. I did have multiple bad luck coming after me recently.
[When both of us fell into the river together. I took the chance to bring you to my homeworld.]
“Your homeworld…?”
Well, that sounds really weird.
[Since you decided you hit me when I was resting peacefully, I decided to bring your soul to my homeworld and make you become my guardian.]
Uh, okay…
I let my mind wander for a while.
Then, I sit up and walk away.
“Is that so? Well, thanks but goodbye.”
I give it a little salute and my feet quickly pick up the pace.
I try to escape from the weird talking stone and go far inside the lush forest.
“I must be dreaming. First, a stone can’t talk! Second, what ‘homeworld’ are you talking about? There is no way isekai exists. Isekai is just a genre. The only believers of isekai are the people who wouldn’t touch grass!”
Ackkk!!!
I don’t remember how many times my face slammed into something. But, this time it feels really soft. Something furry-like…
I see a bear cross rhino mix breed species in front of me.
And it looks mad.
“It…it’s a furry monster…”
I chicken out as the fear hugs my whole body.
“And isekai does exist!!!”
I feel sorry for my whole life to whoever bringing me to this world.
“ROARRRRR!!!”
The monster's hand swings to hit me, making my whole body really tense to prepare for incoming pain.
“Eeppp!!!”
[I said calm down, human.]
Suddenly a big rock comes out of nowhere and hit the monster, rendering the monster unconscious.
I see that stone again and right now it is in front of me. Wait... The stone looks shining. How come I never realised it?
[Now, you human. Listen what I’m…]
“Thank you, master! I’m grateful for my whole life and ready to dedicate my life to you!]
I bow down to the ground.
[You…]
“Yes?”
[You are a nutcase, for sure.]
“Is that a compliment?”
[.....Take it as you will.]
“Sure!”
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