I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga - Chapter 395



395 – [IF] Charge! Our Maria Route!

[This story is an IF route unrelated to the main story.]

My name is Kim Yu-seong, the possessed person.

She was originally a graduate student who was providing accommodation and food in the graduate school lab, but when the lab caught fire, she was unable to evacuate and lost consciousness from smoke inhalation.

She thought she was dead, but when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of a Korean-Japanese middle school student in the next country, Japan.

Unfortunately, before I possessed her, middle school student Kim Yu-seong was suffering from two diseases and was treated like a sick person by her friends.

So, after spending the rest of my middle school days feeling invisible and invisible in class, I applied to Ichijo Academy in Minato Ward, far away from my original school district, dreaming of making my high school debut.

Basically, not only was it difficult to enroll unless you were very good at studying due to the high deviation, but there was no reason to apply here unless you wanted a place where you didn’t know anyone like me because it was so far away from home.

Anyway, I entered Ichijo Academy with such a big dream.

Since I received a full scholarship and was not bad at sports, I expected that my interpersonal relationships would become smoother than when I was in middle school, but there was something I overlooked.

It was the fact that my mental age was too high.

Should we call it a so-called generation gap?

Just before I died, I was a 28-year-old graduate student and lived a life far from the latest trends, so I was unable to join in the conversations of kids my age.

If there are cases where people ask questions, is it just to ask a question because they don’t know something while studying?

To put it bluntly, it was just a poor answer sheet.

If I had been more friendly, I would have actively tried to talk to him, but unfortunately, I wasn’t that brave.

Thanks to this, contrary to my initial plan, after failing to debut in high school, I became the most outgoing student in my class, and naturally fell into a hobby that I could do on my own.

For example, exercise, games, etc.

I started working out during spring break early this year, and it became a hobby I enjoyed without even realizing it because the results showed immediately as much as I put in the effort.

Yujiro, the director of the gym I go to, keeps teasing me by saying, ‘You have the most talent I’ve ever seen,’ and asking me if I’d like to try working out seriously, but since it’s just a hobby , I’m not serious yet. I never thought about it.

Other than that, it’s just a game. At first, I started it to get involved in the conversation topics of male peers, but somehow I got hooked to the point where I made a lot of online friends instead of real friends.

The games I mainly play are popular games like Monster Hunter, Splatoon 2, Mario Kart, and Phantasy Star Online 2. In order to play multiplayer, I signed up for a subscription online service using my tight high school student allowance.

Perhaps because Kim Yu-sung has good physical skills, he has now become a famous player, so much so that my game nickname is often mentioned on Twitter.

“Then, lock the door and everyone get home safely.”

“”Yes~””

When today’s classes were all over and it was time for after school, the students in Class 1-C began to leave the class in groups.

As I was packing my bag while watching this, Satoru, who can be said to be my only friend his, asked as he put his bag on his shoulder his.

“Are you going home right away today too?”

“Huh. “I have a raid plan with my friends in the evening.”

To be honest, even ten body parts are not enough to exercise, eat, wash, and play games.

“It’s so amazing. I would have never thought that this guy who was a really good student at the beginning of the semester would get so caught up in the game that he would get so caught up in the game.”

“What are you saying? You taught me.”

“That’s why I’m feeling remorse right now.”

Satoru patted my shoulder and said, “Games are good, but try your best in this life as well,” And then he waved his hand and left the class.

“…”

I thought as I shook off the shoulder that he had been beaten.

‘Do I look like I’m that obsessed with the game?’

I do everything I can and do it in my spare time.

***

「Thank you for your hard work.」

「Thank you for your hard work~」

As soon as the boss raid, which lasted for nearly an hour, ends, the chat window pops up at a rapid rate.

“Keueuung~”

As I stretched out and pushed the chair back, I saw that it was getting dark outside and thought that I should go to sleep.

“What are you doing tomorrow, Golden Samurai?”

At that time, a guild member who was with me in this raid, “I am a foreigner,” Spoke to me in a whisper.

“Me? “I don’t have a specific schedule.”

“Ah, then can you become a Splatoon mercenary? I was supposed to participate in the online competition preliminaries tomorrow, but one of my team members said he would not be able to participate due to urgent matters.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Please do me a favor.”

I asked him to wait a moment and then got lost in thought.

‘Honestly, it’s annoying.’

If someone else had made this request, I would have declined it with kind words, but I received a lot of help from this person, ‘I received a lot of help during my time as a newbie, so it.’ Was difficult to refuse the request.

So, after thinking about it, I asked.

“What time does the preliminaries start?”

「8pm.」

It seemed like I could barely make it on time.

All you have to do is reduce your exercise time by about 30 minutes compared to usual.

“All right. Then, I’ll come home on time tomorrow evening.”

In the end, after much conflict, I accepted the request of ‘I am a foreign worker.’

“Thank you! Then, I will contact you tomorrow, so please tell me your Line ID!”

‘What? Line ID?’

I paused for a moment at the psychological hurdle that suddenly rose, but since I had already agreed to honor the promise, there was no point in refusing, so I obediently gave him my Line ID.

Immediately after, a message came from a stranger on Line.

[Please take care of me!]

Considering that the profile picture is an animation picture, it seems that this person is also an otaku.

‘Well, isn’t it the time to talk to your in-laws?’

Todog! Todo Dog!

[Thank you very much.]

After sending a short message, I turned off the computer and laid down the bedding on the floor to go to sleep.

***

At that time, a certain residence in Shizuoka Prefecture.

“Phew~ I’m glad~”

Maria Kishimoto, who had urgently asked a guild member belonging to the same guild as her to help with the competition, sighed in relief and sighed.

‘Did you put out the urgent fire with this?’

It was originally an online amateur competition between close friends.

However, the day before the competition, an acquaintance who was broadcasting on the Internet made a comment on her back account, which caused a stir, and she was in no position to participate in the competition. She was urgently looking for a substitute, and she happened to be playing Fantasy Star Online, with whom she had recently played a game as a friend. It reminded me of a guild member.

‘Golden†Samurai’

He is a player who frequently uses a nickname taken from a cartoon of the same name, and is a gamer who is steadily gaining popularity due to his unique physical skills.

By chance, Maria met him in the field when he was a newbie who had just started playing the game. She actively recruited him into the guild and developed him into a great person in just three months.

‘I didn’t originally intend to do this.’

Anyway, since Ji-in, who was the strongest among the competition members, suffered a burn, I needed someone with comparable gaming skills.

Meanwhile, when she was looking for someone who would listen to her sudden request, the only person that came to mind was the Golden Samurai.

‘For now, let’s play the preliminaries tomorrow and then think about the future.’

With that in mind, she headed to her kitchen with her mug to refill her coffee.

“Oh.”

She made eye contact with her daughter, who was secretly eating bread in the kitchen.

“Rika, didn’t you have a photo shoot tomorrow?”

“Lol…”

The daughter secretly avoids gaze, perhaps because of her conscience.

Maria looked at her daughter with dumbfounded eyes and said with a small sigh.

“I’m not going to criticize what you eat, but don’t eat it too late in the day.”

“Yep.”

Said Maria, who stood at attention, saluted, and watched her daughter quietly sneak into her room.

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“Lika.”

“Huh?”

“What do you think about moving to another house?”

In response to her her question her her her, her daughter her her her her, Rika, asked while chewing on her bread her her her.

“Are you planning to move?”

“This house is too big for just the two of us.”

As Maria said that, she looked around the house.

This house was originally purchased by her husband, Sojiro Kishimoto

He was energetically active as a popular cartoonist, but died of acute heart failure five years ago while drawing the manuscript for a new work.

The cause was probably overwork.

Basically, weekly serialization of comic books is an act that destroys people’s lives.

Maria was widowed at a young age, and instead of returning to her native England, she chose to remain alone in Japan and raise her daughter.

Fortunately, I had enough money.

The money Sojiro, who was one of Jump’s signature cartoonists, earned was a huge amount of money, money that could last a lifetime if he wanted to.

However, Maria, who had no intention of being extravagant even for the sake of her daughter Rika’s future her, did not touch any of the money left by her husband except for those that were absolutely necessary.

Since she suddenly brought up the idea of moving, it was inevitable that her daughter, Rika, would be confused.

“In fact, her mother was asked if she would consider becoming a French professor at Waseda University. But to commute from here, I have to take the Shinkansen every day, and I think that would be very inconvenient.”

“… “Can’t you just give me a little time to think about it?”

In response to her daughter’s question, Maria nodded her head with a wry smile.

“Sure. “It’s not even a confirmed story yet.”

“Yeah, I got it. Good night. “Mom.”

Rika said and waved her hand and went up to her room.

Maria quietly looked at her daughter’s back and muttered with a bitter smile.

“She’s my daughter, but she’s so nice that I’m in trouble.”