“I deeply apologize.
It seems that this card cannot be used.
Could you please pay using another method?”
“Y-yes…”
So, the card has finally been stopped.
I rummage through my bag, my pockets, checking every possibility.
A surprising amount of coins came out.
“Thank you very much.”
I managed to get through this situation, but what will I do after this?
“Ahhh… why does this body get hungry!?”
How do Earthlings live with such an inconvenient body?
In the 9th-dimensional world, energy is naturally and freely supplied.
Creating a body that perfectly mimics an Earthling was the mistake in the first place.
If only I had made it look like an Earthling on the outside, there’d be no chance of getting caught.
Hunger isn’t necessary for my mission.
Let alone the need for sleep, sexual desires, or even the desire for approval.
I’ve been left behind, alone, in this dimension.
I’m lonely.
It’s painful.
I’m anxious.
I want to go home.
These emotions don’t even exist or have any definition in the 9th-dimensional world.
Relying on others—mutual aid, public aid, cooperation—I have this information in my head, but I don’t understand the meaning.
Is it enough if I express that I need help?
But to whom? And how?
While deep in thought, I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings.
Bam! I bumped into someone and fell down.
“Are you okay?”
By sheer coincidence, the voice that called out belonged to a familiar face.
A client I had worked with before, if I remember correctly…
“Kentarou Nakagawa from Sunpi!”
“Oh, the lady from that time!
I told you, stop saying ‘Sunpi’ like that, it’s embarrassing!”
What is this feeling?
It’s just someone I know, and yet…
Why do I feel so relieved?
“Please help me.”
The words escaped my mouth suddenly, even surprising myself.
I was so happy to see this person again, it almost brought me to tears.
What is this feeling?
To be continued.
