MUSHOKU TENSEI NOVEL (WN)

Volume 1
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I’m [1]a 34 year old homeless and jobless person.
I’m plump and ugly, a nice guy who regrets how he lived his
life.

I wasn’t homeless three hours ago; I was a veteran NEET who

hadn’t left my room for the past year.

However, my parents had passed away without me noticing.

As a NEET, I didn’t even attend the family meeting, let alone

the funeral.

And in the end, I was chased out of the house.

I banged loudly on the walls and floor, flailing about as if no

one was at home, for no one spoke up for me.

I was masturbating in my room on the funeral day when my

siblings suddenly rushed in, dressed in mourning clothes,
and declared that they were severing all relations with me.
I ignored them, and my younger brother took a wooden bat
and destroyed the computer I valued more highly than my
life.

Half-crazed, I lunged at them, but my older brother has a dan

rank in karate, and I was viciously beaten in turn.

I sobbed and begged for forgiveness in an unsightly manner,

but I was chased out the door, and didn’t even have time to
change my clothes.

I endured the throbbing pain in my chest (most of my ribs

were probably broken), and walked unsteadily on the streets.

My siblings’ rebukes from when I left the house resounded in

my ears.

They were harsh insults that were difficult to take in.

My heart was completely broken.

What did I do wrong?

All I did was masturbate to a mosaic-less loli video during
my parents’ funeral……[2]
What should I do next?

No, my mind does indeed know.

Find a job or part time job, then a place to live in, and buy
some food.

How should I go about this?

I don’t know what I should do to find a job.

Hmm, I still know about going to “Hello”[3].

But though I’m not showing off that I have more than 10
years experience in staying indoors, how the heck should I
know where Hello is? Furthermore, even if I go to Hello, I’d
heard that it only introduces you to a job.

I’d have to bring a resume, go to the recommended place, and

take an interview. I’d have to go for an interview in a dirty
sweatsuit covered with sweat and blood.
Heck, if I can get employed, even I wouldn’t employ a fellow
wearing something crazy like this. Maybe I would
sympathize with him, but I definitely wouldn’t employ him.

Are there any shops that sell resume papers?.

Stationery stores? Convenience stores?

Maybe a convenience store might have them if I do go there,

but I don’t have any money.

And then, what will I do if I settle all of that?

Assuming that I do get lucky, manage to borrow money from

a financial institute, get a change of clothes, and buy some
resume papers and stationery.

I’d heard that you can’t complete the resume if you don’t
record your residence.

It’s over. Right at this moment, I finally found my life

reaching its end.
…..Hah.

It started to rain.

It was the end of summer, when it starts to turn cold. The icy
rain pierced through the clothes that I’d worn for I don’t
know how many years, mercilessly stealing my body heat
away.

The icy rain pierces through my clothes that I’d worn for I
don’t know how many years, mercilessly stealing my body
heat away

…… If I could start over from the beginning.

I couldn’t help saying that.

I wasn’t born as such a rotten human.

I was born as the third son in a somewhat wealthy family.

Two older brothers, one older sister, and one younger
brother. The fourth in amongst the five siblings. In primary
school, I was praised as clever despite my youth.
Even though I wasn’t considered great at studies, I was good
at games, a brat who’s pretty good at sports. I was even once
the center of attention in my class.

Then in junior high school I entered the computer club,

consulted magazines, and saved enough money to assemble a
computer. I stood out amongst my family, none of whom
could write a single line of code.

The turning point in my life was high school…… no, it started

in the third year of junior high. I was so busy tinkering with
the computer that I neglected my studies. Thinking back on it
now, that was where it all started.

I thought that learning stuff was useless for the future. I felt it
couldn’t be used in real life.

In the end, I entered the most idiotic high school, considered

the worst in the prefecture.

Even so, I thought it was nothing.

I felt I would succeed if I got serious, and that I was different
from those other idiots. That was what I thought.

I still remember the incident back then.

While queuing up to buy lunch at the cafeteria, there was a

fellow who cut the queue.

I grumbled a few sentences as if I was acting out of

righteousness. That was due to my strange pride and the
chuunibyou[4] personality I had.
Unfortunately, he was my senpai, and one of the two most
dangerous people in the school.

I ended up being punched in the face until it was swollen,

stripped naked, and tied in front of the school.

He took a lot of pictures, and easily distributed them all over

the school. .

I fell to the bottom of the hierarchy in an instant, got laughed

at by others, and even got the nickname of “Foreskin boy”‘.
I didn’t go to school for a month, and became a hikikomori.
Upon seeing me like this, my father and brothers said
irresponsible words to me like, Bring out your courage, do your
best.
I hadn’t been the one at fault.

Nobody in that sort of situation would continue to attend

school. There is no way.

Thus, no matter what anyone else said, I adamantly

continued my shut-in lifestyle.

I felt that the peers who knew me were all looking at my

pictures, mocking me.

Even if I didn’t go out, as long as I had the computer and

internet, I could spend away my time. Due to the internet’s
influence, I got interested in many things, and did a variety of
stuff. Assembling plastic models, painting figurines, creating
weblogs. My mother was willing to support me and it seemed
she would come up with the money to help me out for as long
as I requested it.
But I was sick of them all in less than a year.

I lost my motivation whenever I saw someone being better

than me.

To others, I was merely fooling around. But as I was alone

with so much time, hiding in my dark shell, I had nothing
else to do.

No, even when I think back on it, that was merely an excuse.

At the very least, it would have been a better choice to

become a mangaka and started publishing terrible web
comics, or to become a web novelist and started posting
novels.

Many people who shared similar circumstances did

something like that.

I made fun of and slighted those people.

Mocking their creations, thinking myself as a critic, saying

things like “It’s worse than shit”, criticizing them.
Even though I did nothing at all……

I want to go back.

If it’s possible, I want to go back to primary school, my life’s

highest point, or back to the middle of junior high school. No,
even if it’s one or two years ago. Even if it’s a little bit of time,
I could still do something with it. Even though I gave up
halfway through, I could start over no matter what.

If I put in my utmost effort, even if I didn’t become the best, I

could at least be a pro.

“……”

Why didn’t I do anything up till now?

I once had a lot of time. Even though I didn’t leave my room

during that time, I could have done a lot of things as long as I
sat in front of the computer. Even if I couldn’t make it the top,
I could have stayed somewhere in the middle and continued
to put in effort.
Manga, novels, games, or even coding. If I had put in every
effort, I should have been able to make small
accomplishments. Even putting aside whether the
accomplishments could be turned into money……

Ah, never mind. It’s useless.

I never worked hard before. Even if I went back to the past, I

would probably trip in a similar place, and stop at a similar
place. I ended up like this because I could never cross the
hurdles a normal human could.

“Hm?”

Somewhere in the heavy rain, I heard people arguing.

What’s that commotion about?

It’s annoying. I don’t want to be involved. Even though I was

thinking that, my feet wanted to head over to them.

“—- That’s why, you—-“

“You’re the one—–“

Entering my sight seemed to be three high school students

having a lovers’ spat.

Two guys and one girl. They were dressed in the now
uncommon collared student uniforms and a sailor uniform.

It seemed there was some sort of a harem war going on. The
taller boy was quarreling with the girl, and the other boy was
trying to mediate, but the two quarreling parties weren’t
listening at all.

(Hmm, I had something like that before)

I once had a somewhat cute childhood friend in junior high.

She might have been considered cute, maybe a four or five.
She participated in the track and field club and had short hair.
She had the kind of appearance that would cause two or three
out of ten people to turn back. However, I was very
passionate over a particular anime and felt that those in the
track and field club should have a ponytail, so I thought she
was an ugly girl.
However, her home was near mine and we frequently shared
the same class during primary school, so we went home
together more than once. We had plenty of chances to talk
together, and also bickered at times. It’s a pity. In my current
state, just listening to the words “junior high”, “childhood
friend”, and “running club”, is enough for me to cum 3 times.

By the way, I heard that childhood friend got married seven

years ago.

I overheard this rumor from the living room, where my

siblings were talking.

Our relationship wasn’t bad. We were able to talk without

reservations since we’d known each other from a young age.

I don’t think she liked me, but if I’d studied hard and entered
the same high school, or if I’d joined the track and field club
and entered the same school by recommendation, I might
have raised a flag[5]. If I make a serious confession, we might
even be dating each other..
I could have flirted and bickered with her like the trio, and we
might even have done perverted things in an empty
classroom after school.

Hah, what eroge is this?

(Come to think of it, these people are really damned riajuus.

Just explode already…. Hm?)

Suddenly, in that instant, I realized.

A truck was charging towards the trio at a tremendous speed.

Also, the driver of the truck was lying prone on the wheel.

He was driving in a sleep-deprived state.

And the three still hadn’t noticed.

“D-d-d-Danger!!”

I tried to warn them by yelling, but I haven’t used my vocal

cords fully for over ten years, and the cold rain and the pain
in my ribs caused them to shrink further; The teeny-weeny,
trembling voice I eked out vanished in the rain.

I must save them. I have to. At the same time, I thought: why
do I need to save them?

I had a gut feeling that if I didn’t save them, I would regret it

five seconds later. I would absolutely regret it if I saw those
three people getting smashed into a bloody pulp by a truck.

Regret not saving them.

Therefore, I had to save them.

In any case, I thought I would probably starve to death by the

roadside soon after. At least for that moment, I hoped to have
some satisfaction.

I didn’t want to be left regretting at the very end.

–I ran and hobbled along towards them.

My legs were not moving as I wanted, as I had not moved
them much for the past ten years. It was the first time in my
life that I wish I had exercised more. The broken ribs were
pulsing with excruciating pain, hindering my every step. It
was the first time in my life that I wished I had taken more
calcium.

It hurt. It hurt so much that I couldn’t run.

But I still ran. Ran.

I was running.

The arguing boy hugged the girl when he noticed the truck
approaching in front of his eyes. The other boy had his back
facing the truck and had not noticed, was merely surprised by
his companion’s sudden action. I grabbed his collar without
any hesitation and used all my strength to pull him back. The
boy was pulled away and fell to the roadside, out of the
truck’s path.

Good. Two more to go.

Just when I had this thought, the truck was already in front of
me. I had just planned to pull them from a safe distance, but
as I pulled them back, the recoil caused me to move forward.

It was to be expected, and it wouldn’t even have mattered if I

weighed over 100kg. As a result of sprinting with my
trembling legs, I got dragged forward by the momentum.

I felt a light behind me the moment I got hit by the truck.

Was that the rumored light of the flashback before death? I

couldn’t see anything during that short instance. It was just
too fast.

Did it mean that I did so little in my life?

I was sent flying onto a concrete wall by a truck 50 times

heavier than I was.

“Puhh…..!”

The air in my lungs was pushed out. My lungs spasmed,

demanding air after the hard running.
I couldn’t utter a sound. But I wasn’t dead yet. The
accumulated fat was probably what saved me……

But once I thought that, the truck appeared in front of my

eyes again.

I was flattened like a tomato between the concrete ground

and truck.

 
When I woke up, the first thing I felt was my eyes being
dazzled.

Light filled my vision, and I narrowed my eyes in discomfort.