After defeating the demon king in another world and returning to Japan, a dungeon appeared on the ground. - Chapter 8

By Ant,

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“Good morning, brother.”

“Oh, good morning Miku”

next morning.

While I was making breakfast in the kitchen, Miku woke up.

With a dazed look on her face, she went and washed her face in the bathroom.

“I don’t recall going to bed last night, What was I doing…?”

“Well, you were sleeping on the sofa, so I carried you to the futon and put you there.”

“That’s right… my memory is vague. I think I was talking to onii-chan before going to bed…”

“…”

Someday, I’ll confide in Miku about magic.

But not now.

Because it’s not the time yet.

“I can eat in a little while.”

“Yeah, sure.”

After washing her face, Miku sits on the sofa as usual and presses the switch on the TV.

It looks like you’re watching the news.

“Wow, what is this, amazing!”

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Miku made an unusually surprised voice, so I glanced at the TV.

“Observed a huge energy reaction over the Pacific Ocean! Scientists speculates that it might be related to aliens!”

“Huh…? An alien?”

I looked at the news and listened to the announcer reporting the news.

“Early hours of last night, a high-energy reaction was confirmed over the Pacific Ocean by a US military satellite. With the theories circulating that it was caused by aliens, the US military, in cooperation with the Japanese government, is coordinating with the military of neighboring countries.”

“Ah…”

High-energy reaction at sea.

Is this me…?

“That’s amazing! What if it’s really an alien…? Onii-chan!”

“Oh, well…”

I look at the video that flows while sweating coldly.

“Look! Near the burning sea, you can see what looks like a floating shadow of a person. The theory that this shadow is an alien is spreading all over the world, especially on the internet!”

Oh, this is me…

“What do you think, brother? Do you think this is an alien?”

Miku asked with sparkling eyes.

There was no way I could say that it was me, so I laughed and deceived her.

“Hahahahaha… Uh, why don’t we call ourselves aliens then?”

“Certainly! Then, I will believe in the alien theory.”

“…”

Aside from the innocent Miku, I was shocked by modern surveillance technology and vowed never to boldly use magic outside again.

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“Have a nice day, Onii-chan.”

“I’m off.”

Wearing my school uniform and carrying a bag, I left the house after being sent off by Miku.

I walk the usual school route and head to high school.

By the way, Miku, who should normally be in junior high school, doesn’t go to school.

Miku became the target of bullying as soon as she entered school, and the trauma caused her to be unable to attend school.

At first, I urged Miku to go to school, saying that it would be better to go to school, even if it was painful, but as a result, Miku started self-harming and eventually went so far as to attempt suicide. Then I realized that I made the wrong choice.

I regretted that I could not understand how much pain Miku was in.

After that, I stopped encouraging Miku to go to school.

Miku has become afraid to leave home, but Miku is still very energetic in the house.

At one point, she completely closed her mind to those around him, and was depressed to the point where she don’t say a single word all day long, but recently she has taken up watching TV as a hobby, and she likes to chat with me about her favorite programs.

Anyway, I like seeing Miku enjoying herself.

I have a duty to protect Miku, who can’t live alone.

“Wow, you came again today, you beggar.”

“Your uniform is too worn…”

“Uwaa… He’s a poor guy…”

“Don’t come over here. Poverty is contagious.”

When I entered the classroom, I was bombarded with such abusive words by my classmates today as well.

It’s not as bad as Miku, but I’m also bullied in high school.

My classmates point at my snobbish appearance and calls me “Beggar”.

They say that bags with thread seams and pencil cases made from old clothes are too poor for them to look at.

but unlike them.

I don’t have parents to take care of me.

I’m desperately living only for my part-time job fee.

They don’t seem to have a human heart.

They would lash their tongues at me and say bad things about me whenever we passed each other, and I tried my best to stay out of their lives.

“Wow…it’s the worst …he is here again today…”

When I sat down, the girl next to me frowned openly and deliberately shifted the desk a little.

In the past, I was hurt by the attitude of my classmates, but now I even feel nostalgic.

Come to think of it, I was being bullied.

To put it bluntly, bullying isn’t a big problem for me, who somehow managed to survive after witnessing the other world where people die everyday.

It’s just a stress relief for sensitive adolescents.

No, I’ve come to think of it as a form of playful banter.

I wonder how these guys go at it day in and day out though.

It’s even funny.

“Hey, why are you grinning, beggar?”

“It’s disgusting. Don’t come to school.”

“What if your poverty shifts to us?”

When I smiled thinly at my classmates who rejected me, three men approached me.

Fat.

Chibi.

Tall.

The trio are the troublemakers of the class, always getting involved with me in some way or another.