The God has moved to another world.

Clear everywhere, blue skies like falling out.

Underneath it spreads the same bright blue sea as the sky.

From what I can see, no land, no clouds.

It's like smashing paint, blue as far as I can see.

There was only one floating potpourri in the middle of such a great ocean plain.

A wooden cylindrical shape, it has a truly characteristic shape with swollen center.

Let's be blunt.

It's a big barrel.

A barrel big enough for people to get in is floating in the ocean.

The size of it was enough for one person to fit in perfectly.

In fact, a man had been delivered in one.

In a clear sea plain, a barrel floats.

And there's one guy in there.

Sur.

If I were to put it in a nutshell, would that be the case?

that condition, which is clearly abnormal from the point of view of the

But the person in the barrel seemed calm.

The world has nothing.

All that, he had a relaxed look on his face.

The approximate appearance of the man in the barrel was a "winged man".

The wings grown from the back, which are the most characteristic, are black as if they were crows.

Covered in glossy black feathers as wet, it had some sort of mystery that seemed so convincing to me that it belonged to a fallen angel.

In contrast, the hair was white.

It's not yellowish white like gray hair, it's transparent white like silk thread.

Brilliant as silver thread. Damn hair is thin and beautiful as if blended into the air in the wind.

I have two black lumps that scratch my hair and extend directly from my scalp.

The tip was sharp and pointed. It was a threaded corner.

The surface is supposed to be as flat as a mirror, but it doesn't reflect light at all. It emits a different presence coupled with black wings.

The man's face was, in a nutshell, like a doll.

Too beautiful, too neat, not quite humane.

A puppeteer with the best arms created it all for beauty only.

He looked like that.

The eyes in that face had a particularly odd color scheme.

The eyes are red as blood.

The part of the sclera that was supposed to be white was black.

Such colors are also very rare in this world "Sea Plains and Middle Plains".

Finally, the tip of a slender, stretched limb.

At the tip of each finger, everything was equipped with sharp nails.

Like an ivory sharp blade. That was what I deserved to call a hook claw.

Such an alien man was in a barrel that floated plenty on the Great Sea Plains.

The expression is strangely sobering, with sleepy half-eyes.

I had a bat umbrella in my hand because of the sunset.

The man slightly shifted his umbrella and looked up at the sky, resting on the brim.

The sun shines with you over the sky.

The man sighed one big sigh when he looked at it in disgust.

"Oh. I want some ice cream"

It was like a bell ringing, a cool voice.

But if you don't mind the contents.

Why is this man in this situation?

Things go back a few days.

The man hated the gathering of people from their special appearance and lived on the border.

That said, I wasn't living a self-sufficient life.

Sometimes I went down to the city in disguise and didn't buy cheap food or anything to eat.

But there's no such thing as making money on a man living on the border.

The money to buy food was owed and obtained.

Naturally, the debt taking will go after the man.

But I couldn't find a man living off the border.

That's how he eats a short break, and when he runs out of food again, he disguises himself and goes to the city.

So he owes a new debt, buys food, and flees back to the border.

Exactly the worst bastard.

Rolling, falling, falling. In the middle of my life.

Naturally, such a life could not last long, and the men were caught by the debtors.

The debtors dragged a man who seemed so reluctant to resist and carried him into a large ship.

A man was thrown into a cabin in the boat, and the big boat left.

In the first few days, a man was delighted with a meal served properly for three meals.

But I realized there was one more thing.

All the people who are kept in the houses around them look desperate.

Communicating with what's around them is hard because they were put in a narrow cell by themselves.

I managed to talk to the person who was being put in the jail in front of me, but the man was stunned by the content.

"What are you talking about? You. Everyone here owes money for gut sales, illegal drug experiments, and horns!!

Oh, my God.

They make a lot of things happen as they are.

For the first time since I've been here, the man had a sense of crisis.

And we finally start acting to get away.

Lucky for the men here, unfortunate for the debtors, is that the men could have used magic.

It doesn't need tools either, something from the chanting system.

I didn't see any resistance at all, and I didn't think the debt takers were as dewy as people who could use magic to make a man feel powerless to live.

Because if you can use something like that in the first place, you should use it at a stage where you're about to be caught.

The man rammed using magic and another hidden ball as well.

No, not exactly. Guys weren't too violent.

I just struck the magic right there.

It was mainly the "hidden balls" that the man had that were rampant.

Still, enough to destroy the ship the Debt Collectors are on.

The man broke into the pantry with a fleeing debt takeover and other people caught all over the debt on their asses.

So when you steal something that looks like a sunny emergency food system from one end, you just move to the deck.

When he snuck into the barrel he discovered, he fled to the Great Sea Plains.

When the man took a piece of burnt biscuit from the sole tube he had placed on the bottom of the barrel, he clasped it.

The flavor is there, but it says in the bag that the biscuits were in it that it is a portable meal that compensates for the energy of the day in one piece.

In fact, the man has only spoken of two of these biscuits two days after he started drifting.

For a man who was originally an energy-saving physique, that was also satisfying enough.

Reach down to the bottom of the barrel again, and now take a lidded water drain.

There was plenty of water inside.

This is the water the man magically created.

The raw materials are seawater that is around.

Because there are ingredients, it has mineral-rich nutritional content specifications.

The man sighed loudly satisfied as he mouthed the water well.

"Oh. Shit. Maybe this life is too full."

The man seriously thought so.

I don't even have the debt to come after me.

I can't even move.

You don't have to work.

There are still plenty of biscuits for food.

You can make as much drinking water as you want.

"Right. Did I want this way of life?"

"What are you talking about impatiently"

A woman's voice suddenly sounded out of the barrel where only a man was supposed to be.

The man's chest suddenly starts to glow in a pale water color, and something like light rises.

It gathered over a man's head and quickly created the shape of a person.

What emerged was the figure of a translucent woman.

"What. Martina. I thought you were a monster or something."

The man called it Martina. It was an artificially made spirit.

It is a being that incorporates a surgical ceremony into the demonic stone that serves as the main body and makes the will to the magic itself.

That demonic stone, which is the nucleus, is incorporated into the man's body.

Literally, Martina is the man's "hidden ball".

"It's been two days since I started drifting"

"Oh, hey."

To Martina, who speaks faceless, the man replies carelessly.

Without wishing to wait for such a man, Martina continues her words.

"I recommend flying with wings. You don't have to use magic to fly home from here with wings on your back."

To Martina's words, a man looks disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't like that. You're tired of flying, aren't you? Whether you use magic or wings. That's a lot of calories, isn't it? If you had wings and the sky could fly, you'd be free. That's a big lie, right? Eat to fly, fly to eat, muscle strain or something because you can't fly when you lose muscle. I'm already a slave to flying. I think absolute freedom is a long way from words, I guess."

One man nodded as he was convinced, clutching to a biscuit that he still could not chew off.

If I were to title that figure leaning so close to the edge of the barrel, would it be "lazy"?

There was a no-good human figure here, as if it were a painting.

Even with a man like that in front of him, Martina doesn't change one expression.

"But then you can't go home."

"It's okay. Anyway, I'm being impounded by someone who owes me money. There's nothing important about it. Let's get out of here. Something tells me if you keep going, you're gonna put it on land, right? This barrel."

"Due to the position of the stars and the position of the Sun, this barrel appears to be flowing towards the land now abandoned. presumably in the next week or so, drifting to the abandoned land, or to the coast near the forest of sinners"

"Oh well. I wonder if that would piss off the Stenglaire people. If there's no problem, I'd love to live in that neighborhood and see it."

In this world, sea plains and middle plains, "abandoned land" and "forest of sinners" are places to stay away from unless you are so hunted down or so stupid.

Agney was the former, but apparently the man is the latter.

"His land is a land sealed by Lord Ambalens, the Sun God. It is not recommended to approach."

"Daij-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu. He said I should stay away from the world. Because it's a tie to keep me out of it. Then it means you can come in close by. Maybe."

Martina's words, too, where the wind blows.

When the man finally chews the pieces of the twisted biscuit well, he puts his jaw on the edge of the barrel.

"I don't know where. Hey, land abandoned. As for me, I don't have anybody. I think it's a quiet, nice place."

The man says that, somewhere satisfactorily moving his back feather slightly.

Later, the man becomes in a position to assume the intentions of the gods, the thoughts of several great powers, and the fate of the "reconsidered lands" with the Agnies.

But I don't know that.

The man was now savoring the peak of his happiness.