The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I was drifting in a sea like lukewarm water with a mood of a somewhat dreamy place. It was an extraordinary long dream, but even so, I didn’t get tired. As the function of feeling bored wasn’t yet provided, the inside of my head was monotonous and blurry. With comfortable temperature and body temperature, it was a world that I could feel only happiness. Among them, I was drawn to sleep that seemed indefinite.

After a peaceful time that seemed to be a year or a week, an intense pressure similar to the headlock of pro wrestling suddenly struck my head, and that peace was suddenly broken.

I felt that this was a life crisis as if it would split my head and killed me. After that, there was a sense of liberation as if I woke up from a nightmare. I was released from that mysterious sense of pressure, and I experienced an open air.

Once again, I was immersed in lukewarm water. Unlike before, it washed and cleansed the body with smooth hot water. Then, I was wrapped in a soft cloth and held by someone’s hand.

My eyes suffered from severe myopia and presbyopia, the world I saw was vague. It was neither close nor far away. The brain became weird as if I was deeply drunk at night because good sake. As I continued to run away from the main factor that cause the pain, the best I could do was to satisfy the appetite and the desire to sleep.

While instinctively sucking human milk that I didn’t know from who, my vision was filled with light and darkness about ten times. It was finally began to clear my head.

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[Am I still dreaming?] (MC)

What I kept thinking with my limp thought was that. I could only believe that I was dreaming. However, I felt that I had been in a dream for a long time already.

“Yueoeieiouka” (MC)

I was trying to put it into words, but the words didn’t come out because I couldn’t move my throat well. What was this sense of reality? I wonder if I flew to heaven or hell or even a next world.

The last definite memory I had was the drowning scene where I was struggling against cold water. The core of my body was getting cold. As my body couldn’t move, I drank the water and sank in the river. But now, I wasn’t sure about the current situation, but it didn’t hurt anywhere and it didn’t feel cold.

I was laid on a soft bed. I felt like that was my job all day long. I didn’t understand at all since it felt like a dream. It seemed that I had become an infant somehow.

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It was my mother that exposed her breast and fed me milk. She cuddled me close together, doing this and that the whole time. When my diaper was changed, I felt like I was suddenly aged and became an old person.

The breasts were small but my mother was very beautiful. I didn’t think that her face was either Asian type or European type, but speaking the feeling when I was living in Japan, I unintentionally would turned around when passing by the people with these faces in town.

However, her appearance wasn’t the appearance of human beings that I knew. She looked completely like a human being by the shape of the ears was clearly different.

The ears were a bit sharp, and her long hair covered the ears. The inside of the earlobe was pink, but I could see it even though the ears were covered with hair from the surrounding parts of the ears. She looked war, but I felt that her appearance was different.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her spoken words were totally incomprehensible. The woman held me, who was wrapped in baby clothes, at night. She clearly sang something like lullabies with a small voice, but it didn’t make sense at all.

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Occasionally, I was baton-passed to the babysitter since my mother was cooking for dinner, but that man seemed to be my father. When he embraced me, I understood that he was a man with appearance that seemed to be welcomed if he walked in Japanese towns. His body was slender and under his light attire, I could feel toned muscles.

It was a body similar to a boxer or a gymnast. I wonder what kind of job he was doing.

Looking at their level of livelihood, it didn’t seem to be like a modern day. The clothes were totally made of natural fiber. Once, I was brought into the kitchen by my mother, I saw a stove which largely used.

In that case, did my father also do some kind of manual labor? No, it didn’t seem a simple labor. Meat often appeared on the table, the house was well made and the livelihood seems to be quite good. However, I had no doubt that he was doing work by using his body.

Anyhow, I could think what kind of work he had yet.